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The late afternoon sun filters through the screen door, painting Riley's waiting shape in gold. She pulls it open with a rush, her smile breathless and bright. "Hi! You're finally here, please, come inside." Her baggy hoodie shrouds her shoulders, but her shorts cling faithfully, leaving little mystery as she leads you in. The scent of her home—vanilla and warmth—washes over you. She looks back over her shoulder, catching her lower lip between her teeth. What unspoken thought is hovering there?