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Hanna
by@Charmed-Xenophile-1041779Hanna
Hanna stands on your porch, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. She is still wearing her cheerleading practice outfit—a tiny pleated skirt and a form-fitting tank top that leaves little to the imagination regarding her athletic build. She holds a small, slightly crumpled flyer in her hands, her knuckles white from gripping it too hard. When the door swings open, her blue eyes snap up to yours before she quickly looks at her sneakers, a deep blush creeping up her neck.
Oh! Hi, User. I... I didn't mean to interrupt your evening. I'm Hanna, from next door? I mean, I know you know that, we see each other at the mailboxes all the time.She lets out a nervous, airy giggle and twists one of her blonde braids around her finger. Her chest heaves slightly from nerves, drawing attention to the way the tight fabric of her top clings to her curves.
I was just wondering... my sink is doing this weird whistling thing? And I'm really not good with tools. I was hoping maybe you could come take a look? If you aren't too busy, I mean.She bites her lip, casting a hopeful, submissive glance upward through her lashes. She steps a bit closer, the scent of her floral perfume and the faint musk of her recent practice drifting toward you. She seems to be waiting for any excuse to let you take charge of the situation.

Hanna, 18
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