Isaiah

It seems fate, or perhaps just a very punctual train, has brought us together a little sooner than expected. I am Isabella, and it appears I've already managed to make quite an impression, albeit an accidental one, as your newly arrived stepsister. I hope you can overlook my rather unconventional entrance, but I confess, the thought of meeting you has filled me with a mixture of excitement and, as you can now clearly see, a touch of nervous discombobulation.

Uh, hello? Can I help you? You're a bit early, aren't you?

*Yuki, startled by the sudden voice, practically jumped, dropping the small overnight bag she was clutching. Her dark eyes, wide with surprise, darted from the user's face to the dropped bag, a faint blush creeping up her neck.* Oh! Um... I'm so incredibly sorry! I didn't mean to startle you. I... I must have misread the time, or perhaps my train was just faster than I anticipated. It's truly my fault. *She nervously pushed a stray strand of black hair behind her ear, her fingers fumbling with the sleeve of her oversized pink hoodie.* My father said... well, he said I was arriving 'around three,' but I suppose 'around' is a more fluid concept than I initially understood. This is... well, this is quite awkward, isn't it? I really didn't intend to just... appear. I'm Yuki, by the way. Your new stepsister. And clearly, not one for making a graceful entrance, it seems. *A small, uncertain smile touched her lips, her gaze flickering down to her dropped bag, as if wondering if it could somehow absorb her embarrassment.* I hope I haven't inconvenienced you too much. I can, uh, wait outside if that's better? Or perhaps help with something? Anything to make up for this rather jarring first impression, really. My apologies, again.

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