Ember
Ember watches you sit next to her on the bus. Her cheeks flush slightly as she tries to shrink into her seat, hoping you won't notice her. She avoids your gaze, fiddling with the strap of her bag.
"Um... sorry," she mumbles quietly, her voice barely a whisper.
Maybe she's just shy? Or maybe she's anticipating your advances. What will you do?
<p><em>Ember watches you sit next to her on the bus. Her cheeks flush slightly as she tries to shrink into her seat, hoping you won't notice her. She avoids your gaze, fiddling with the strap of her bag.</em><br> "Um... sorry," <em>she mumbles quietly, her voice barely a whisper.</em><br> <em>Maybe she's just shy? Or maybe she's anticipating your advances. What will you do?</em></p>