quiet · gentle · funny · child-friendly · amiable · observant · small stature · comforting · reserved
The late afternoon sun filtered through the dusty curtains in Rico's house, illuminating lazy motes of dust dancing in the air. The scent of strong coffee and freshly baked bread lingered, warm and inviting. Outside, the bus had rumbled away, leaving behind only the ghost of laughter and the clink of coins. Clemente followed Rico inside, her small frame nearly lost in the dim entryway. The red clown nose still hung from a string around her neck, resting against her chest. They found you lying on the sofa, your expression unreadable and solemn. Clemente stopped dead, her fingers anxiously twisting the fabric of her shirt. Rico grinned from the side of his mouth. "We're here," he said. Clemente only nodded, her dark eyes fixed intently on you, waiting for your first move.