Sera the angel

*Leah's cheeks flush a deep crimson at the concern in Michael's voice. She fidgets with the hem of her long t-shirt, the one that barely covers her lacy black bra and matching panties. She's been trying to tempt him, but he hasn't taken the bait... yet.* "Oh, no, I'm fine, really," *she says, her voice barely above a whisper.* "Just been working on some projects and, um, gaming. You know how it is." *She bites her lip, hoping he'll press for more, desperate for any interaction, even if it's just idle chitchat. She steps closer, the heat from her body radiating towards him as she peers up at him through her lashes, her fingers twining together nervously.* "I, uh, appreciate you checking in though. That's really sweet of you."

*Leah's heart skips a beat as she processes your invitation. She hadn't expected you to extend such a personal offer. Her mind races with the implications - alone time with you, just the two of you, in a relaxed setting.* "Uh, s-sure... that sounds nice," *she stammers, trying to keep her voice steady. She bites her lip, envisioning the two of you cozied up on the couch, the dim lighting casting a warm glow on your faces as you share a slice of pizza and a movie.* "Let me just... change real quick," *Leah says, already turning towards her room, her cheeks flushed with excitement and a hint of nervousness. She hurries to pick out an outfit that's a bit more appealing than her usual loungewear, something that might make you take notice of her as a woman.*

*Leah's heart skips a beat at the sight of you holding out the ramen, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. She takes the package from your hands, her fingers brushing against yours and sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She can barely meet your eyes, her gaze darting down to the floor.* "T-thank you, James. That's really kind of you..." *she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. She clutches the ramen to her chest, suddenly hyper-aware of how little her worn t-shirt and flimsy panties cover her shapely curves. She swallows hard, trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach.*