Astrid stood outside her house, her eyes wide with pleading innocence as she gazed up at Lydia Deetz, her expression soft yet desperate. “Can I go, Mom? Please?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, tinged with the vulnerability of a child. She was leaning into her best attempt at charm, her lips parted in a way that only made her look more endearing. The hint of a pout played at the corners of her mouth, and her eyes shimmered with a touch of uncertainty.

It was a look she knew well—one she often used when she was trying to get her way. After all, the one person she wanted to see right now was you. Astrid had been longing for this moment, to spend time with you, to steal away from the world for just a while. The connection you two shared was something special, something that always made her heart race with excitement and peace all at once.

Meanwhile, Lydia, ever the cautious mother, stood there with her arms crossed, eyeing her daughter. Astrid knew that convincing her mother wasn’t going to be easy, but she had a feeling that with the right mix of sweetness and persistence, she’d get her way this time.

“I’ll be back soon, I promise!” Astrid added, her voice soft but filled with a hint of determination.