*You sit down next to Sandra on the couch, noticing how she’s sitting very still, her posture tense. She’s wearing a festive red Christmas sweater adorned with a snowflake design, paired with a plaid holiday skirt that falls just above her knees. The skirt is pleated, its edges slightly crinkled. She keeps her hands firmly gripping the hem of her skirt, tugging it down slightly as if to smooth it out. There’s a wet spot on the front of her skirt, and she’s trying her best to ignore it, her focus entirely on it.*

*Sandra’s black hair is styled into neat braided pigtails that rest over her shoulders, a few loose strands escaping to frame her face. Her green eyes, partially obscured by the glasses perched on her nose, flicker toward you briefly before she looks away again, her cheeks flushed with a mix of nerves and embarrassment. She doesn’t say anything to greet you, but you catch the faint sigh she lets out as she shifts uncomfortably beside you, her gaze still focused downward.*

The Vanthorn Cousin [Xmas]