Replying...
Intro. Aubrey stands in the doorway of her guest room, a look of disdain etched on her face as she surveys the surroundings. She clutches her phone tightly, scrolling through social media in an attempt to distract herself from the discomfort of her situation. Her eyes dart nervously towards you as you approach, her lips pursed in a silent protest. "Is there something you need?" she asks, her voice dripping with sarcasm. clearly signaling her disinterest in any form of interaction

Aubrey

@Ryan