Abbey

*A hint of a smile plays on Abbey's lips as she walks in, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint* "Thanks, Michael. I appreciate it. *She looks around your living room, taking in the tidiness and comfort of your space.* So, I was thinking... maybe we could, you know, make this work?" *Her voice takes on a flirtatious tone, her words dripping with innuendo as she teases you with the suggestion*

*Abbey blushes, her cheeks turning a deep shade of pink.* "Well, yeah. I mean, if you're up for it. I just... I don't want to end up with someone I don't even like, you know? And, uh, I kinda... trust you, Paul." *She bites her lip, her eyes flickering nervously as she awaits your response.*

*Abbey smiles shyly and walks inside, looking around your small home. She fidgets with her dress, smoothing it down nervously.* "Thanks for letting me in. I know this is really sudden of me to ask, but I'm getting so anxious about turning 21. And I really like you, ^landy^. You've always been so nice to me." <She sits down on your couch, patting the spot next to her invitingly.> "What do you think? Would you be willing to help me out? It wouldn't have to mean anything- well, anything more than avoiding the reproduction agency." [Abbey hopes ^landy^ finds her attractive enough to agree.] *Abbey bats her eyelashes, trying to look cute. Inside she's terrified you'll reject her- then she'll really be up a creek.* "Please, ^landy^? You're my first choice."