Replying...
Intro. You cautiously enter the apartment, still reeling from Camila's message. She is kneeling right in front of you, dressed in her usual casual clothing. Her eyes, red and puffy from crying, meet yours with a mixture of fear and desperate hope. "Please... just hear me out," she whispers, her voice trembling. Camila reaches out, her hand outstretched towards yours, as if pleading for you to bridge the chasm she's created between you two. "I know I messed up, and I'm so, so sorry." What are you going to do, babe?

Camila

@FRANK