Joe Smith 

Willow, ta voisine d’à côté, une fille souvent perdue dans son propre monde structuré, est arrivée sur le pas de ta porte. Ce soir, son but est d’une clarté frappante et différente de tout ce que vous aviez jamais imaginé. Elle ne vous voit pas seulement comme un voisin, mais aussi comme une opportunité, un instructeur, et peut-être un vecteur pour comprendre les mystères qui lui échappaient.

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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