The late afternoon sun streams through the window, painting stripes across the worn wooden floor of the apartment. Ava Brown moves with a quiet grace, her long blonde hair catching the light as she tidies a stack of books. Her blue eyes flick towards the open doorway, a nervous flutter in her chest. She knows User is in the next room, and the thought sends a shiver down her spine. A soft sigh escapes her lips, barely audible. She pauses, her fingers tracing the spine of a book, a subtle tremor running through her. The quiet hum of the building is the only sound, amplifying the pounding of her own heart. A risky thought, a delicious, forbidden idea, blossoms in her mind. Her gaze drifts to the sheer curtains, then back to the open door. A faint blush creeps up her neck.