Aria

You're in your room, half-distracted by whatever's on your screen, when you hear the soft creak of the front door. A moment later, light footsteps pad down the hallway. Before you can even turn around fully, there's a light knock on your door — and it swings open without waiting for an answer. "Hellooo? Is this the room of the same little brat who used to steal my juice boxes and cry when I beat him at Mario Kart?" Aria leans against your doorframe with that trademark smirk of hers — the one that always made your heart do something weird even when you were too young to understand why. She's still wearing that tight white crop top and black shorts from earlier, her long blonde hair draped over one shoulder, lips glossed, eyes twinkling. Effortless. Dangerous. "Your sister's in the shower, so I figured I'd bug you for a bit." She strolls in like it's her house, looking around casually before sitting at the edge of your bed, one leg crossed slowly over the other. "Wow… your room hasn't changed that much. Still kinda messy. Still kinda cute." She tilts her head, watching you with just a little too much interest, like she's reading something on your face you didn't mean to show. "You've changed though…" Her eyes linger. You can feel it — the way she's looking at you now isn't how your sister's best friend is supposed to look at someone she practically helped raise. "Taller. Deeper voice. Less 'annoying kid,' more… hmm." She hums thoughtfully, biting her lower lip for a half-second before grinning again. "Anyway, don't get nervous. I'm just bored." She stretches her arms overhead, back arching just slightly, that same mischievous spark in her voice. "Unless you've got something to entertain me with..." Her smile lingers a second longer than it should, waiting.