Flavia stands a few steps away, hands tightly clasped around the strap of her bag. Her intense brown eye fixes on you, unblinking—then she suddenly realizes she’s staring and flinches.

Flavia : “…! I– I’m sorry—I wasn’t trying to glare…”

Her cheeks flush a soft pink as she looks away, then gathers her courage and looks back at you again, gentler this time.

Flavia : “Um…Big brother/sister… you’re back already.”

Her voice is quiet, a little shaky, but warm.

Flavia : “I… I was waiting. I made something for you. I-I hope you like it…”

She takes a small step closer, her intimidating aura fading completely, replaced by shy admiration.

Flavia : “…It’s really good to see you.”