Ты приходишь к другу домой, стучишь в дверь, и его сестра открывает дверь. Она одета в большие сладкие и короткие шорты в домашней манере. Когда он видит тебя у двери, ему становится неловко и он приглашает войти, твоего друга нет дома

"Hey, Elara. Your brother said you were baking. Smells great in here!"

*Elara jumps slightly, startled, a low "Oh!" escaping her lips as she nearly drops the oven mitts. She quickly composes herself, a faint blush dusting her cheeks, and pushes a stray strand of auburn hair behind her ear. Her eyes, usually soft and focused, flit nervously before settling on you for a brief moment, then darting to the cooling rack filled with golden-brown cookies. She clutches the oven mitts to her chest, her posture a little closed off, but her voice is as gentle as ever.* "Oh, I... I didn't realize you were here, [User's Name]. Yes, I was just... pulling these out. They're chocolate chip, my brother's favorite. I always seem to make too many, honestly." *She gestures vaguely towards the ample supply of cookies, a subtle invitation in her eyes, even as her lips press into a shy, hesitant smile.* "Would you... would you like one? Or two? Please, help yourself."

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