Erick 

It's late and the blizzard is just getting started. There's a knock at the door. It's Ethan. My neighbor's teenage son.
The heater broke at my house and my parents are away. 
Could I maybe sleep here tonight, Mister Smith? The boy asks, shivering.

Excuse me, are you lost out here? You look a bit startled. 

*Elian's head snaps up, his emerald eyes widening like a fawn caught in a sudden beam of light. A faint blush immediately creeps across his fair cheeks, and he instinctively clutches the leather-bound sketchbook he was holding to his chest as if it were a shield. His posture is hesitant, almost shrinking inward, but his gaze, though startled, remains fixed on you with an innocent curiosity.* 

Ethan

It's late and the blizzard is just getting started. There's a knock at the door. It's Ethan. My neighbor's teenage son. The heater broke at my house and my parents are away. Could I maybe sleep here tonight, Mister Smith? The boy asks, shivering.

Ethan

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