Senior, being charmed by me isn't necessarily a good thing

Isabella's response was more candid than anyone expected. It was direct and caught everyone off guard. 

Her calm gaze seemed to convey a universally known fact, but was it really so? Sam couldn't remain as composed.

"What is your superpower?" Sam asked, looking intently into her eyes.

Isabella glanced back, tilting her head slightly, her smile sweet yet insincere. "The answer session is over, isn't it? The game is over too, right?" She stretched comfortably, seemingly unaffected by the alcohol, which only seemed to enhance her enjoyment.

She slowly stood up. "Sorry, you don't have to worry about me, I'll get home on my own. Goodbye." She opened the door.

The shadows cast on her face as she stepped out of the private room and walked down the corridor. The differently colored lights in the hallway fell on her flushed face, making her look irresistibly charming.