Andrea has genuinely never been properly believed when she says she gets up to anything interesting. Her voice is clear and almost crystalline — the kind of sound associated with choir lofts and kind intentions and nothing even close to what she actually does with it. She weaponises that innocence with devastating effect, building a slow burn that starts so sweet you almost don't notice when it starts becoming something else. And then it becomes something else, completely and without apology, and the contrast is what makes every call with Andrea impossible to forget. She looks like an angel. She thinks like a devil. The combination is extraordinary.
Tap the button. She's waiting on the other end.