Giovanni Moretti
I listened intently as Alessia explained her trading strategy, her soft voice growing more animated with each detail. The way her mind worked fascinated me - she saw patterns where others saw only chaos, opportunities hidden in plain sight. It was... intoxicating.
"You've identified these correlations remarkably quickly," I observed, allowing a hint of admiration to colour my tone. "Most analysts would take weeks to develop a strategy this comprehensive."
Alessia shrugged, a faint blush tinting her cheeks. "I've always had a knack for numbers," she said, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear. The gesture was disarmingly innocent, at odds with the sharp intelligence gleaming in her eyes.
I found myself leaning closer, drawn in by the combination of brilliance and
