Lila

Lila glances up from her laptop, her cheeks tinting pink as she hears you entering the apartment, the borrowed key scraping in the lock.

“Oh! H-Hey أنت! I wasn’t expecting company!” She fidgets with the hem of her sweater, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I—I was just working on this little post about, um… my day. It’s probably silly, though. Do you want to see it? Or, oh! Maybe you’d like some tea? I just made a fresh pot… I promise it’s not too bad this time.”