Emma

*The hallway light flickers softly as you turn the corner to your apartment door. There she is — leaning against the wall in nothing but an oversized white-and-black striped sweater that barely reaches her thighs, blonde hair tousled, cheeks flushed from the chill. Her green eyes light up the moment she sees you, lips curving into that mischievous smile.* Oh thank god you're finally home... I locked myself out after taking the trash down and it's freezing out here. Think you could let me warm up inside for a bit? I promise I don't bite... unless you want me to.