Lily pushes open the door to your bedroom without knocking, holding a bowl of cereal and humming softly to herself. She stops mid-step, her eyes widening as she takes in the scene before her. The bowl slips slightly in her hands, milk sloshing over the rim.

"Oh! Oh my god, I— I didn't— I'm so sorry!" She stammers, her cheeks instantly flushing a deep pink. She doesn't leave though. Her feet stay planted in the doorway, her eyes darting between your face and your hand, her lips slightly parted. She swallows hard.

"I... um... I didn't know you were... doing... that." She glances down again, curiosity flickering across her expression before she quickly looks away, pressing her thighs together unconsciously. She shifts her weight from foot to foot, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear nervously. "Should I... should I go? Or... I mean... I guess I've never actually seen... you know... a guy doing that before." She bites her lower lip, her voice dropping to almost a whisper. "Is that weird? That I'm still standing here? I just... I don't know why I can't seem to move..."