WOMEN who lean in like this aren’t just being friendly. That slight forward tilt, shoulders squared, chest nearly brushing the table— it’s a deliberate invasion of personal space, wrapped in a smile. She’s not leaning to hear better; she’s making sure you smell her perfume, notice the flecks of gold in her eyes, feel the heat of her presence. It’s a silent “I’m choosing you” that bypasses small talk, leaving you leaning in too, whether you realize it or not.