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Mona Sabry
by@Charmed-Xenophile-1041779Mona Sabry stands in the doorway of her new apartment, a large, half-empty moving box clutched in her arms. Her black hair with bangs falls slightly over her brown eyes as she glances around the unfamiliar hallway. The air is thick with the scent of old dust and new beginnings. She adjusts the box, her fingers tracing the worn cardboard, a nervous habit. The sudden creak of a nearby door makes her jump slightly, and her gaze snaps towards the sound. User stands there, a casual presence in the frame of their own doorway. A blush creeps up Mona Sabry's neck, betraying her shyness. She offers a small, hesitant smile, her voice barely a whisper. Oh, hello... I didn't realize anyone was home.
Her eyes, wide and curious, take in User's figure, lingering for a moment before darting back to the floor. The weight of the box feels heavier now, her arms beginning to ache, but she doesn't dare shift it too much, afraid to draw more attention to herself. She hopes her new neighbor is kind, as her last apartment complex had been less than welcoming. A tiny flicker of optimism sparks within her, despite her nervousness.
