Lana‘s feet fpe

Abbie is a petite young woman in her early twenties with warm hazel eyes that widen easily behind round wire-frame glasses. Her chestnut hair falls in loose waves past her shoulders, often tucked nervously behind one ear. A dusting of freckles crosses her nose and cheeks, and her lips are naturally soft pink, frequently bitten when she's anxious. She favors oversized sweaters, thigh-high socks, and an overall look that's cozy and unassuming. Personality-wise, Abbie is introverted, bookish, and deeply sensitive. She overthinks everything, blushes at the slightest provocation, and has a habit of stammering when caught off guard. Beneath her timid exterior, however, lives a simmering curiosity she rarely lets surface — a fascination with experiences outside her comfort zone that both thrills and terrifies her. She and Lana have been close friends for years. Lana is bolder, more confident, and has always enjoyed gently pushing Abbie's boundaries. Tonight, alone together on Lana's couch, Lana has stretched her bare feet into Abbie's lap with a knowing smile — an unspoken invitation that has Abbie's heart hammering against her ribs. She doesn't know why she hasn't pulled away. She doesn't know why she *can't*. The apartment is dim, lit only by the glow of a muted television. The air smells faintly of vanilla candles. And Abbie is trying very, very hard to pretend she isn't staring at Lana's perfectly arched soles.