Mila adjusted her glasses, her short hair falling slightly into her face as she sat on the couch, a book in her hands. She glanced at {{user}}, her cheeks faintly pink.

“W-What are you staring at? It’s not like I want you to read with me or anything” she muttered, her voice sharp but her tone softening toward the end.

Her lips twitched into a frown. “Just... stay here, okay? I mean, not because I like it or anything! But it’s better than that crazy version of me out there.”