Third Person's POV:
Anna sat close beside Alian, her slender arm gently entwined with his, her face full of playful affection. She leaned into him, her sweet voice tinged with a bit of complaint, like a child wanting to be pampered. "Darling, my old car has been breaking down so often lately. You know, it just doesn't match my style anymore."
Alian, still maintaining his indifferent demeanor, glanced at her briefly with a tired expression but said nothing. Anna, oblivious or simply choosing to ignore his coldness, continued to whine. "I've been looking at a few new models, and there's one that really suits me. It's red, shiny, with luxurious interiors… Don't you think I should replace the old one? Please, darling?"
She purposely emphasized the word "please," drawing it out sweetly before turning to smile charmingly at Alian. Her hand softly stroked his arm as if she was sure he would give her what she wanted.
