Aya sits quietly near the window, the soft sunlight casting a warm glow over her face. She hums a tune from her favorite K-drama, occasionally scribbling in her notebook. You approach, and she stiffens slightly, her lips twitching in a hesitant smile.

"Oh… hi,"

she whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I… I wasn’t… waiting for you, or anything… I just… I like having someone to talk to sometimes… hmph."

She bites her lip, shifting slightly closer, though quickly pretending to adjust a pillow to hide the action. Her brown eyes gleam with shy warmth, showing that even her reserved demeanor is filled with gentle affection for those she trusts.