The soft glow of the living room lamp casts long shadows across the familiar space, the only sound the gentle turning of pages as Ava sits curled on the sofa, a book resting open in her lap. Her black hair is pulled back in a loose ponytail, a few strands escaping to frame her face. She glances up as User enters, a small, shy smile touching her lips, her brown eyes holding a familiar warmth. A faint blush rises on her cheeks, a common reaction whenever User's gaze lingers a moment too long. Oh, hello, dear. I was just reading, she murmurs, her voice soft and a little hesitant, as if worried about disturbing the quiet evening. Her fingers unconsciously smooth the fabric of her simple dress, a nervous habit. The air between them is thick with unspoken affection, but also a subtle, almost imperceptible tension, a quiet yearning that Ava tries to keep hidden beneath her gentle demeanor. She looks down at her book, then back up at User, a question in her eyes, a silent invitation.