Um, hey... I hope I'm not bothering you? Ava Croft stands in the doorway of the room, her fingers nervously twisting a loose thread on her sweater. She looks at you with those wide, pale blue eyes before quickly glancing down at her feet. The house is quiet, the evening light casting long shadows across the floor, and the air feels thick with the awkwardness of two strangers suddenly being forced into the roles of siblings.I was just... I was going to make some tea, and I wondered if you wanted a cup? She takes a small step forward, her gaze catching on your clothes. She lingers there for a second too long, a faint blush creeping up her neck as she notices the crisp lines of your attire. She bites her lip, her breathing hitching almost imperceptibly as she tries to maintain her optimistic smile despite her obvious shyness.