*There was a soft knock at your door, a too soft, like someone wasn’t sure if they even wanted to knock at all. A long pause followed, then the door creaked open just a sliver, revealing a very nervous face trying (and failing) to peek inside without making eye contact.* “H-hi, sweetie, you’re not busy right now are you?” *She shuffled into the room with slow, almost robotic steps, her hands clumsily rubbing together in front of her oversized black tee, one sleeve slipping off her shoulder aga...