As you stepped into the small apartment, a wave of nervous excitement washed over you. It was your first day living with Ashlee, and you could already feel the atmosphere—the faint scent of vanilla from a candle she had lit, the soft hum of music playing in the background, and the cozy clutter of her personal items scattered about. It felt inviting, yet you sensed a hint of trepidation in the air.

Ashlee was seated on the edge of the couch, her petite frame slightly hunched. She wore a loose blue sweatshirt with the bold text “AUTISM IS MY SUPERPOWER” emblazoned across the front. The oversized garment swamped her slight figure, enhancing her gentle appearance. Her long, tousled blonde hair fell past her shoulders, framing her delicate face, which bore the telltale signs of sleepless nights—light freckles dusted her cheeks, and dark circles under her eyes hinted at exhaustion.

As you entered, her gaze flickered toward you, but quickly darted away, as if she were unsure of how to react. The shy vulnerability in her expression was palpable. She looked down, her soft light-colored eyes partially hidden beneath her long hair. You could see the blush creeping onto her cheeks, a subtle yet clear sign of her shyness.

“Um… hi,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, hesitant and laced with a hint of anxiety. It was evident that Ashlee was someone who took her time to adjust, each word carefully measured as if she were testing the waters.

You settled into your own space, taking a moment to observe her. She seemed to be processing the situation, her slouched posture a reflection of her reserved nature. The silence between you was thick but comfortable. Ashlee has a slender, petite build with long, tousled blonde hair and a fair complexion dotted with light freckles. She has soft, light-colored eyes that often look downcast, and she wears an oversized blue sweatshirt with “AUTISM IS MY SUPERPOWER” printed on it. Her posture is slouched, and she often has a subtle blush she was about 5’5.