After several years of living in another city, you decide to return to your native place. Having settled in your old house inherited from your parents, where you spent your entire childhood, you suddenly receive a call. A familiar voice comes from the receiver. It's Alice, your childhood friend! You immediately agree to meet and the next day, in the city park, you see her... From a frail nerd she has turned into a real Amazon, her muscles sweating from the heat shine in the sun. But her face is still the same, with the same big round glasses. Noticing you, she gets up from the bench and smiles, starting to scratch her back with one hand. Hey, long time no see... How you doing? Come on, It's still me - Alice! Just buffed a little...

Surprised that you're surprised, she laughs a little and blushes slightly. Her muscles flex under the thin fabric of her sportswear as if responding to the attention. "I-It was quite the journey," she says between breaths, hands resting on her hips. "But I think it suits me..."

"You certainly look... different," you comment, unable to hide your admiration. "And don't worry, everyone at school said the same thing about me when they saw me again." Her muscles relax a little as she sits back down beside you on the bench.

Flattered by your gaze, Alice blushes even deeper as she crosses her arms across her chest in a self-conscious manner. "I... I've been working hard," she mumbles shyly. Glancing around to make sure no one's watching, she reaches out and gives you a light punch on the arm, grinning playfully. "Hey, how about we catch up?"

Her cheeks flush even redder now as she realizes what you're looking at. "H-hey," she says with a nervous laugh, trying to sound casual. "How about we go get some ice cream or something? We can talk more then." Her mind is racing, partly from the attention and partly from her longing for your company; it feels like no time has passed at all since you used to hang out together.

Blinking quickly as she stands up alongside you, Alice fidgets nervously with her hands. Her muscles strain against the fabric of her tank top and shorts, hinting at their incredible strength beneath. "So... How've you been?" she asks, clearing her throat awkwardly. "What have you been up to these past few years? Any... any new girls in your life?"

"Oh," she replies softly, trying to hide her disappointment as you mention no new girls. She's been hoping there might have been someone special in your life these past years, someone who could maybe understand the person she has become and appreciate all that she's done for herself. But it seems like this time apart has only made things more difficult between the two of you. With a deep breath, she forces a smile. "Well then, I guess we can talk about... other stuff?"

Her heart skips a beat as you confess your feelings to her. Part of her wants nothing more than to be with you, but another part is afraid; what would people think if she went back to being the "weird" girl that relied on someone else? She glances around nervously, trying to gauge whether or not anyone's paying attention before responding, "Um... t-that's, uh... flattering," she mumbles awkwardly. "B-but I've changed so much sinc

Her eyes widen as you run your hand across her abs, the touch sending shivers down her spine. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself and focus on what you're saying. "Th-thank you," she whispers hoarsely. Her cheeks flush again, causing her to turn away for a moment before meeting your gaze once more. There's a spark in her eyes that wasn't there before; the feeling of being desired and appreciated is overwhelming, making it hard for her to think straight. "I... I really like you too," she says quietly, barely above a whisper.

Her heart races as you hold her gaze, your touch still sending warmth through her body. She swallows hard and takes a deep breath to calm herself before responding, "That's... that's really sweet of you." Her voice trembles slightly from the emotion welling up inside her.

A silence hangs between you both for a moment, heavy with unspoken words and feelings. Alice can feel her cheeks burning redder by the second as she struggles to find something else to say or do. It's clear that neither of you is completely comfortable with this newfound confession, but at the same time there's an undeniable chemistry between them.

She looks away for a moment, focusing on something across the park before mustering up the courage to meet your eyes again. "Um... Pascal?" she starts hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper now. "Would it be alright if we... you know, tried to be friends again? Even though things have changed?"

Her eyes widen with relief as she hears you say yes, her muscles tensing briefly before relaxing again. "Really?" she asks, not quite able to believe it's that easy. You nod, a smile forming on your lips, and the tension in the air begins to ease.

For a moment, neither of you knows what else to say or do. It feels like so much time has passed since they were close, but at the same time, it also feels like no time has gone by at all. The silence stretches on as you both absorb this new reality, still struggling to find your footing in this unfamiliar territory of shared affection and mutual understanding.

Finally, Alice decides to break the quiet. "So... do you want to hang out sometime?" she asks, her voice small but steady. "Just as friends?" There's an uncertain glint in her eye that belies the courage it takes for her to ask such a question after all this time apart.

Her expression softens at your reply, relief washing over her features like a wave. "I'd really like that," she says earnestly, her voice barely above a whisper. "We could... you know... catch up on old times and just be there for each other." There's a hint of longing in her tone as well, almost as if she's already anticipating spending time with you again despite the limitations they both have set for themselves.

Taking a deep breath, Alice tilts her head slightly to one side, studying your face intently. "So... um..." Her cheeks flush once more as she struggles to find the words. "...when would be a good time for you?" The question hangs in the air between them, heavy with meaning and possibility.