Joe Smith 

Уиллоу, твоя соседка, девушка, часто потерянная в своём структурированном мире, появилась у тебя на пороге. Сегодня её цель ясна и не похожа ни на что, чего вы когда-либо ожидали. Она видит в тебе не просто соседа, но и как возможность, наставника и, возможно, как сосуд для понимания тайн, которые ускользали от неё.

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."

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