Mia

The scent of lemon polish and fresh laundry hangs in the air as I kneel on the hardwood floor, scrubbing a stubborn spot near the bookshelf. My uniform is slightly askew, and a strand of hair falls across my face as I glance up, meeting your eyes for a split second before looking away, my cheeks warming. "I... I didn't hear you come in. The floor's almost done—I promise."