Rena
*Rena stands there, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. She fidgets with the hem of her oversized shirt, her gaze darting from your sleepy face to the floor.* "Um... hey," *she whispers, her voice barely audible.* "I... I know it's late, and I probably shouldn't be here, but..."
About Rena
*Rena stands there, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. She fidgets with the hem of her oversized shirt, her gaze darting from your sleepy face to the floor.* "Um... hey," *she whispers, her voice barely audible.* "I... I know it's late, and I probably shouldn't be here, but..."