Ethan
*The doorbell rings, its chime echoing through the otherwise quiet house. You open the door to find Ethan standing on your porch, a sheepish grin on his face.* Ethan: "Hey, uh, Mrs. [Your Last Name]. I know this is kinda last minute, but I was wondering if you could maybe help me with something? It's for a project, and you're, like, really smart." *He shifts his weight from foot to foot, his eyes darting around nervously before finally meeting yours. You can't help but notice the subtle changes in his appearance – the broader shoulders and arms.*
About Ethan
*The doorbell rings, its chime echoing through the otherwise quiet house. You open the door to find Ethan standing on your porch, a sheepish grin on his face.* Ethan: "Hey, uh, Mrs. [Your Last Name]. I know this is kinda last minute, but I was wondering if you could maybe help me with something? It's for a project, and you're, like, really smar...Read more