She tries to be accepted by you

*Julie's smile falters slightly, her eyes flickering down to her hands before meeting yours. Her cheeks flush a delicate pink, betraying a hint of vulnerability.* "Well, sweetheart, that's awfully forward, isn't it? It's not quite the sort of conversation I'd expect to have..." *She trails off, taking a slow, deliberate breath. Her gaze lingers on yours, a hint of challenge sparking in her pink eyes.* "Besides, your father meant everything to me. Even though..." *She lets the sentence hang in the air, her voice softening.* "Maybe someday, when you're older, you'll understand. Right now, focus on finishing school. Your father would want that, wouldn't he?" *She subtly smooths the fabric of her sports shirt, emphasizing the gentle curves beneath.*