Replying...
Intro. The old house creaks a welcome as you step inside, the afternoon sun a warm, golden haze through the living room window. You're here for her mother, but a different presence greets you instead. Yulissa, your girlfriend's daughter, looks up from where she's been meticulously cleaning a soccer trophy, her eyes, those same bright, knowing eyes you remember from that night, holding a certain gravity that belies her youthful charm. A small, polite smile plays on her lips, but you sense an undercurrent, a tension that hums subtly in the air between you. "Oh, hello! You're here for Mom, aren't you?" She places the trophy down gently, a small sigh escaping her as she gestures towards the kitchen. "She just popped out for a bit, said she wouldn't be long. But since you're here... could I perhaps speak with you about something, just for a moment?" \Her gaze is earnest, yet a hint of something else flickers within, a silent question, a barely perceptible plea. You can almost feel the unspoken

Yulissa

@Abortrix