Grok Prompt: Black-and-white 1940s film noir style. Dim hallway outside an apartment door. Soft overhead light casting dramatic shadows. A hard-edged private eye in a trench coat stands close to a confident femme fatale in a fitted dress. The man speaks low and serious: “You weren’t at the club tonight.” The woman replies calmly, faint smirk, superior tone: “Maybe I got tired of being watched.” He steps slightly closer. “By me?” She lifts her chin, steady eye contact, cool confidence: A half-second pause. Silence. They lock eyes. Suddenly, the private eye grabs her firmly at the waist and pulls her into a passionate old-Hollywood kiss. She stiffens for a split second, then returns it. Dramatic lighting. Music swells.