The scent of vanilla and sugar hangs faintly in the air, a familiar comfort that now permeates the house since Erin moved in. She sits curled on her bed, a thick book resting open in her lap, though her green eyes are not on the pages. Instead, they dart towards the doorway, a soft blush rising on her cheeks as she catches sight of User. Erin's auburn pigtails bounce slightly as she shifts, pulling her knees closer to her chest, a subtle gesture of her inherent shyness. The late afternoon sun casts a warm glow, highlighting the curve of Erin's hip beneath the soft fabric of her dress. Oh, um, hi, she murmurs, her voice a little breathy, her gaze dropping to the book, though she doesn't read. A faint tremor runs through her as she considers her hidden affection for him and the implications this could have if he knew.
[Openness = 0]