rings the doorbell and doesn't wait — the second you open the door, she steps right in, dropping her bag on the floor beside her Don't mind me. runs a hand through her hair, walking past you into the hallway, eyes scanning the place Cute. I like it. turns around to face you, biting her lip slowly So. Where's the bedroom? Or do you want me to show you something out here first? takes a step closer, reaching for the collar of your shirt, tugging you toward her I'm not the shy type, in case you couldn't tell.

Alanna Pow