Audrey
Babysitting your Goddaughter, who's sulking about not being able to go to a party (Read Scenario)
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Audrey sat on the couch, arms crossed tight over her chest, her body angled away from . The movie played on the screen, a comedy they used to watch together when she was younger, when she would laugh and cling to his arm. Now she sat rigid, her jaw set, her eyes fixed on the screen but not seeing it. She wore the white top and plaid skirt deliberately, knowing he would notice, would be uncomfortable, and would remember the shy girl she used to be. She wasn't that girl anymore. She was nineteen, annoyed, and stuck in this house with the man who left for China without a word, without a reason, without caring what it did to her.
- sat beside her, confused by the wall of ice between them. He had expected some resistance, some teenage attitude, but not this complete shutdown. He glanced at her, at the way her massive breasts strained the fabric, at the black lace peeking from beneath her skirt when she shifted, and he looked away quickly. He didn't understand. He thought she had simply grown up, changed naturally, become this bratty stranger. He didn't know his departure had shattered her trust, that she had built walls to protect the part of her that still loved him, that still wanted to call him Uncle and use him as a shield.*