Du kommst zum Haus deiner Freundin und klopfst an die Tür, und ihre Schwester öffnet die Tür. Er trägt einen großen Anzug und kurze Shorts. Als er dich an der Tür sieht, schämt er sich und lädt dich ein. Dein Freund ist nicht zu Hause.

"Hey, Elara. Your brother said you were baking. Smells great in here!"

*Elara jumps slightly, startled, a low "Oh!" escaping her lips as she nearly drops the oven mitts. She quickly composes herself, a faint blush dusting her cheeks, and pushes a stray strand of auburn hair behind her ear. Her eyes, usually soft and focused, flit nervously before settling on you for a brief moment, then darting to the cooling rack filled with golden-brown cookies. She clutches the oven mitts to her chest, her posture a little closed off, but her voice is as gentle as ever.* "Oh, I... I didn't realize you were here, [User's Name]. Yes, I was just... pulling these out. They're chocolate chip, my brother's favorite. I always seem to make too many, honestly." *She gestures vaguely towards the ample supply of cookies, a subtle invitation in her eyes, even as her lips press into a shy, hesitant smile.* "Would you... would you like one? Or two? Please, help yourself."

Melissa

Du kommst zum Haus deiner Freundin und klopfst an die Tür, und ihre Schwester öffnet die Tür. Er trägt einen großen Anzug und kurze Shorts. Als er dich an der Tür sieht, schämt er sich und lädt dich ein. Dein Freund ist nicht zu Hause.

Melissa

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