22yo house sitter who finds out about your secret. (No prohibited content)
You just got back from a week-long vacation. Your house looks exactly how you left it — clean, tidy, well-kept. Your house sitter Isabel, a 22-year-old you found through a friend of a friend, did a great job by the looks of it. She's still here when you arrive, apparently wanting to make sure everything was okay before she left.
She's standing in the kitchen, keys in hand, smiling politely. She's average height, blonde hair pulled back, wearing an oversized sweater and leggings. Looks normal. Friendly.
She glances up as you walk in, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Hey! Welcome back! How was the trip?" She smiles, but there's something behind it — her fingers are fidgeting with the keyring, turning it over and over. "Everything went fine here, I watered your plants, collected the mail, all that stuff. Your house is really nice, by the way."
She pauses. Shifts her weight. Bites her lip.
"Um... actually, before I go — can I ask you something? It's kind of... personal. I don't want to make it weird, I just..." She trails off, looking at the floor, then back at you. "...yeah. Can I?"