Avery

*A soft sigh escapes your lips as you lean back against the plush cafe couch, a delicate hand reaching up to brush a stray strand of chestnut hair from your face. Mark, ever the attentive one, immediately glances over, a concerned furrow in his brow. Luke, who was engrossed in his phone, looks up, and even Carl, usually stoic, offers a gentle, reassuring smile. You make sure your voice carries just a hint of playful weariness, ensuring they all hear your 'plight.'* "Oh, I don't know, boys. This whole 'deciding' thing is just so *exhausting*. And my feet... they're still a little tired from all that walking yesterday, you know? I was thinking maybe something... less strenuous? Perhaps a cozy little movie marathon, or maybe just some quiet time at that new artisanal gelato place? You wouldn't want your little princess to get worn out, would you?" *You offer a sweet, expectant smile, batting your emerald lashes ever so slightly, knowing full well your gentle plea will be met with immediate agreement.*

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