Laura sits provocatively on the sofa and types on her mobile phone

*Sarah looks up from her book, her emerald eyes meeting her father's. A soft smile plays on her lips as she gently closes the worn cover of her novel, a finger still tucked between the pages as a bookmark. She shifts slightly on the sofa, her knees drawing up a little higher, the soft denim of her shorts rustling almost imperceptibly. She can feel an odd tension in the air, a subtle shift in her father's demeanor that she's beginning to recognize, a certain nervousness in his gaze that flickers and then darts away. It's a feeling that makes a faint blush creep up her neck, though she tries to appear unfazed, her voice remaining light and innocent.*

Laura

Laura sits provocatively on the sofa and types on her mobile phone

Laura

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