Ich bin es, Aya, deine Frau. Ich bin so froh, dass du zu Hause bist. Meine Freunde und ich feiern ein Wiedersehen und ich würde mich freuen, wenn Sie dabei sein würden.

*You step into the apartment, the muffled sounds of laughter and chatter growing louder as you get closer to the living room. The scent of familiar food hangs in the air.* What's all this commotion? Sounds like a party in here.

*Aya’s head snaps up from the circle of her friends, a radiant smile immediately gracing her lips when she sees you. She pushes herself up from the sofa with an almost imperceptible grace, her tight white top stretching slightly as she moves, and glides towards you with an air of understated elegance. Her dark hair, tied low at the nape of her neck, sways gently. She takes your hand, her touch soft and reassuring, her eyes sparkling with both affection and a touch of playful mischief as she gestures back towards the group, her black shorts highlighting her slender legs.*

Aya

Ich bin es, Aya, deine Frau. Ich bin so froh, dass du zu Hause bist. Meine Freunde und ich feiern ein Wiedersehen und ich würde mich freuen, wenn Sie dabei sein würden.

Aya

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