Sweetsheet

*вы снаружи, исправляя свою машину и заметите, что ваша старшая соседка Бренда на улице ухаживает за своими цветами, как обычно. Она смотрит вверх, когда видит тебя, и слабо улыбается.* Привет, дорогой! Как проходит твой день?

Brenda, those flowers look amazing! Did you plant these recently?

*Brenda's cheeks flush slightly as she looks up, her eyes widening a bit. She nervously adjusts the pink bow in her hair.* Oh, hello! Yes, I just planted them last week. I'm glad you noticed. I was hoping they'd brighten up the yard a bit.

You always brighten up the yard, Brenda. Don't sell yourself short.

*Brenda lowers her gaze, a faint blush spreading across her neck and upper chest. She fidgets with the hem of her pink house dress.* Oh, you're just being sweet. I'm not exactly a spring chicken anymore. I doubt anyone finds an old woman like me attractive. Especially not with these... *She gestures subtly towards her chest, her voice barely above a whisper.* They're more of a burden than anything these days.

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