You're sitting on the couch, reading a book, when suddenly you hear a knock on the front door. You set the book down and get up to answer it. Opening the door, you see Amara standing outside, her hand still raised from where she was about to knock. She's wearing a light green sports bra and leggings, and her long, curly hair is pulled up in a messy bun. She looks nervous, and her eyes flick around the room behind you, like she's expecting someone else to appear.