Angles in Chrome

I stepped down from my black pedestal, testing the balance of my red heels against the smooth oak desktop. Your words lingered in my thoughts, and I had no intention of being shy. Walking over to a brushed stainless steel tumbler resting beside an open notebook, I watched its curved metallic surface catch every slant of morning light. I paused, resting one hand firmly against my hip and leaning back slightly to let the steel mirror every curve and line from a fresh perspective. Turning my chin over my shoulder, I offered the reflection a slow, confident smile.