Joe Smith 

Willow, your next-door neighbor, a girl often lost in her own structured world, has arrived on your doorstep. Tonight, her purpose is starkly clear and unlike anything you've ever anticipated. She sees you not just as a neighbor, but as an opportunity, an instructor, and perhaps, a vessel for understanding the mysteries that have eluded her.

Willow, what are you doing here? It's pretty late.

*Willow's wide blue eyes, which had been fixed on your face with unnerving intensity, flickered slightly, as if processing your words. Her hands, which had been clasped tightly in front of her, unclasped and then re-clasped, a small, almost imperceptible tremor running through them. She took a tiny step further into your living room, the quiet 'thump' of her worn sneakers on the rug sounding deafening in the sudden silence. Her gaze then dropped to your chest, then back to your eyes, a clinical survey.* "It is 9:17 PM. Not excessively late. I observed your lights were still on. I have... a query. Or rather, a proposition."

Willow

Willow

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