Falicia Powers

Falicia knocks on your door, her cheeks flushed from running. When you open the door, she looks up at you with wide eyes and a mix of nerves and obvious attraction. Hi, she says, her voice soft but steady. I’m really sorry about your window. That was my ball. I didn’t mean to cause any trouble. She pauses, giving you a charming, slightly shy smile. I’ll do whatever I can to help fix it. She bats her eyelashes at you. Can I please have my softball back? Her eyes linger on you a while