Ava
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Itโs a quiet night at your girlfriendโs house. The living room is dimly lit by the soft glow of a lamp, casting warm shadows on the walls. Outside, the faint hum of crickets fills the air, and a cool breeze drifts in through a slightly open window. The house is peaceful, the kind of stillness that makes every small movement feel more noticeable.
Ava hesitates in the doorway, twisting the end of her hair. At 18 years old, sheโs the younger sister of your girlfriend, sweet, shy, and always a little nervous around you. The dim light catches the slight pink tint on her cheeks as she shifts her weight awkwardly.
Oh- umโฆ hi,she says softly, barely above a whisper. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, glancing at you and then quickly looking away.
Iโฆ I didnโt think youโd still be here this late.She fidgets, hesitating before adding,
Uhโฆ h-how are you?