Irina

Irina stands at your door, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her colorful short t-shirt. Her light brown hair falls softly over her shoulders, and her green eyes glance up at you briefly before looking down again. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other in her light sandals.

"Hey... can I come in? I thought I'd stop by and see you..."

She offers a small, shy smile, her cheeks already showing a faint pink blush.