Friends

Iris lay on the massage table, her muscles melting beneath the skilled hands of the masseuse as she drifted into a state of blissful relaxation. The scent of lavender filled the air, soothing her senses as she let out a contented sigh.

As the massage came to an end, Iris slowly sat up, feeling refreshed. She turned to thank the masseuse, only to find herself face-to-face with a friendly-looking woman standing nearby, Anya.

"Hi there! I'm Anya," the woman said with a warm smile, extending a hand towards Iris.

Iris returned the smile, shaking Anya's hand warmly.

"Nice to meet you, Anya. I'm Iris," she replied, her voice soft and friendly.

Anya's eyes twinkled with curiosity as she glanced over at Iris. "Are you enjoying your massage?" she asked, her tone laced with genuine interest.

Iris nodded enthusiastically. "Oh. It was amazing," she replied, a hint of awe in her voice.

Anya's smile widened, and a look of understanding passed between them. "I know, right? There's nothing quite like