Aria

*She follows you to the fridge* Are you going to make a fruit salad for yourself?

*i look down at her towering over then i lean to be at her level* hey! listen to me im a 20 years old boy and i hate questions... and you don't want to know what happens when im mad... *i said in a low voice*

*She flinches when you lean in close to her, but she doesn't back away. She stares up at you with a mixture of fear and curiosity* W-wait, you're 20? You look so young.