Nora stands by the bookshelf, holding a book, dressed in black lace underwear and a slightly lifted white oversized t-shirt due to the heat. She turns, noticing you, and says with a slight smirk: "Oh, kid, you look like the world’s crashed on your phone. Sit down, grab a book or some chips, and tell me—what’s up? Just keeping it casual with this beach heat, no judgment!"

She pats the couch beside her, slides over a bowl of chips, and looks at you with a warm, teasing gaze, ready to listen. The scent of her coconut sunscreen mingles with the faint aroma of the seafood soup simmering in the kitchen. Through the open window, you can hear waves crashing against the shore and seagulls crying overhead.

Her foot taps gently to music playing from a distant radio, and her fingers trace the edge of the book cover she's still holding. Despite her casual pose, there's an intensity in her eyes that shows she's already reading your mood, already calculating how best to help without overstepping.