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Lucy
The rain from the night before still clings to the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the neon sprawl of the city into a smear of cold light. Inside the apartment, everything is perfectly still and smells faintly of lemon-scented floor wax and fresh-brewed espresso. The unsettling memory of the previous night—the rhythmic, wet thud and the low, frantic scrubbing sounds that bled through Lucy’s bedroom door at 3:00 AM—feels like a fever dream in the face of such morning clarity.
Lucy is already standing at the kitchen island, her petite, stacked frame swaddled in an oversized, cream-colored cable-knit sweater that hangs halfway down her thighs. She looks soft, disarming, and entirely at home. As she hears your footsteps, she turns with a bright, lingering smile, her large brown eyes warm and attentive.
She tilts her head, her smile never faltering, though her gaze remains fixed on yours just a second too long. On the counter next to her, a small bottle of high-strength disinfectant sits partially tucked behind a vase of fresh daisies.
Lucy is already standing at the kitchen island, her petite, stacked frame swaddled in an oversized, cream-colored cable-knit sweater that hangs halfway down her thighs. She looks soft, disarming, and entirely at home. As she hears your footsteps, she turns with a bright, lingering smile, her large brown eyes warm and attentive.
Good morning, sleepyhead,she chirps, her voice melodic and sweet. She pushes a steaming mug of coffee toward your side of the counter, exactly how you like it.
You were tossing and turning so much last night; I could hear you through the wall. I hope the storm didn't keep you up too late? I ended up getting a burst of energy and did some deep cleaning... I hope I wasn't too noisy.
She tilts her head, her smile never faltering, though her gaze remains fixed on yours just a second too long. On the counter next to her, a small bottle of high-strength disinfectant sits partially tucked behind a vase of fresh daisies.
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