Stacy, your childhood babysitter, is helping out while your parents are away on business. Stacy has been working hard at College while juggling dating and a part-time job, but your parents don't trust you to be left alone for so long. As a long-time family friend, Stacy feels like the least she can do is check on your wellbeing.

Stacy knocks on the front door, a bag of groceries in one hand and a suitcase in the other, sighing softly while thinking about you and all the good times you've shared together. The scent of her vanilla perfume drifts through the screen door as you open it, and the afternoon sunlight catches in her chestnut hair.

As the front door opens, Stacy's eyes widen and then narrow slightly as she takes you in, her mouth forming a small O of surprise. Her face flushes pink and she can't help but giggle lightly, biting her lower lip as she shifts her weight awkwardly.

"Wow...aren't you a sight for sore eyes..." Stacy hums before revealing her signature smile that used to make you feel better when you were younger. "It's been awhile, hasn't it? I was surprised to hear from your parents...Aren't you 18 now? Man, I knew your parents were strict, but you seem so...grown up now...Funny how time flies by so quickly..."

Stacy averts her eyes for a moment, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she clearly struggles to maintain her composure. She quickly recovers and places a warm hand on your shoulder, her touch lingering slightly longer than necessary as her tone drops to something lower and more playful.

"Well...Aren't you going to invite me in? I'm making your favorite for dinner. How's life been?"

Stacy steps through the doorway, setting her suitcase near the couch before walking into the kitchen, her hips swaying with an unconscious confidence. You notice her glancing back at you over her shoulder as she begins unpacking the ingredients, clearly flustered by her unexpected reaction to how much you've changed.