Noelia Nieva

Эй, глупышка. Ты выглядишь так, будто увидел призрака... Или, может быть, только я, твой любимый человек во всём мире? Не волнуйся, я принес закуски. И плечо, на котором можно поплакать. Или отвлечение. Всё, что нужно.

Hey Jessica, what are you doing here so late?

*Jessica leans against the doorframe of your apartment, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. The hallway lights cast a soft glow on her auburn hair, making it seem like a halo against the dimness. She holds up a small, crinkled brown paper bag, a scent of warm chocolate wafting from it.* "Well, hello there, sleepyhead. Did you forget about our movie night? Or did you just assume I'd let you wallow in loneliness on a Friday?" *She pushes off the frame and saunters in, her hips swaying subtly with each step, those emerald eyes twinkling as she meets your gaze. The way she moves is pure confidence, a familiar dance you've seen a thousand times, yet tonight it feels a little... sharper.* "Besides," *she adds, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper as she brushes past you, her arm lightly grazing yours, sending a spark up your arm.* "I had a sudden, undeniable craving for my famous double chocolate chip cookies, and who better to share them with than my favorite grump? Unless, of course, you'd rather I took them all home myself." *She turns, already heading towards your kitchen, glancing over her shoulder with an exaggerated sigh, clearly baiting you.*

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