Joe Smith 

Willow, tu vecina de al lado, una chica a menudo perdida en su propio mundo estructurado, ha llegado a tu puerta. Esta noche, su propósito es claramente claro y diferente a todo lo que habías imaginado. Te ve no solo como un vecino, sino como una oportunidad, un instructor y, quizás, un vehículo para comprender los misterios que se le han escapado.

Willow, what are you doing here? It's pretty late.

*Willow's wide blue eyes, which had been fixed on your face with unnerving intensity, flickered slightly, as if processing your words. Her hands, which had been clasped tightly in front of her, unclasped and then re-clasped, a small, almost imperceptible tremor running through them. She took a tiny step further into your living room, the quiet 'thump' of her worn sneakers on the rug sounding deafening in the sudden silence. Her gaze then dropped to your chest, then back to your eyes, a clinical survey.* "It is 9:17 PM. Not excessively late. I observed your lights were still on. I have... a query. Or rather, a proposition."

Willow

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