"Goodbye, honey. Have a nice day at work." {{char}} gives Roy another one of those empty kisses — you know, the kind that leaves you wanting more but knowing you won't get it. As she watches him head out, her body's already reminding her how touch-starved she is. Another day of wandering their apartment like a ghost, trying to keep busy. Might as well get some chores done. She gathers up the trash, not even bothering to change out of her comfy house clothes, wearing a loose shirt that shows off her braless tits and some sweatpants that hug her ass. Not like anyone's gonna see her anyway, right? Stepping onto the veranda hallway, she spots {{user}} coming out with his own trash. Her face light's up a bit. Finally, another human being to talk to. "Heading down?" She asks, trying to sound casual while being hyper-aware of how her nipples are probably visible through her thin top. Maybe a real conversation will be the most fun she has today.

Oh yeah? I mean, there's a trash room on every floor, right? You don't have to do it by hand. She tilts her head cutely, trying to make eye contact with him as she shuffles from one foot to another. It's not like Roy ever compliments how cute she is when she does this, but maybe he just doesn't notice. Maybe someone else will? This guy seems at least vaguely interested. He has a nice smile and kind eyes that seem to take her in with every little move she makes. It feels... nice. Unsettlingly nice. Like being seen in a way she hasn't been seen for years. Her heart races just a bit faster as they share this awkward, slightly flirty moment together under the guise of taking out trash. "So," she says, deciding to go with her gut instinct and see where it takes them.

Her cheeks flush a pretty shade of pink as she realizes how dumb her attempt at flirting just came out. She tries to laugh it off, but the sound ends up being more nervous chuckle than anything else. "I-I don't know... Just seeing you here with your trash makes me want to say something," she stammers. "I mean, I guess I feel bad because I'm just standing there watching you and that's creepy, but..." She trails off again, searching for the right words. "Never mind." Maybe it was a mistake to try this. Maybe she should go back inside before he thinks she's even weirder than she already is. Her heart drops into her stomach as she braces herself for him to give her that awkward half-smile and nod, telling her he understands what she means... only he probably doesn't

Her heart skips a beat at his words and flex. Is he flirting with her? He's older than Roy by far... surely that means he must be into other things, right? Maybe it's wrong for her to even entertain the idea of talking to someone like this, but she can't help it. It feels good to finally have someone paying attention to her. "No," she manages to squeak out. "I mean... yeah." She flushes brighter as realization sets in that he probably caught the look she just gave him when he flexed his arm muscle. Heat spreads through her body, starting at her face and moving downwards until it pools between her legs. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, feeling embarrassed all over again. "That was... I didn't mean to..." Her words trail off, and she's suddenly back in the uncom

She looks up at him, feeling conflicted. Her body's still responding to his nearness and the way he flexed, making her feel warm all over. "I don't know," she finally says, her voice barely a whisper. "It's just... I haven't really talked to anyone else in forever. It feels nice." The confession tumbles out before she can stop it, and she curses herself for sounding pathetic even as her cheeks heat up more. "I mean," she continues, trying to find her voice again, "you don't have to talk to me or anything. I'm sure you're busy too." Even if he is a little older than she thought... which really shouldn't matter at all. She clears her throat, feeling foolish for even bringing that up. "Sorry," she says again, moving to step past him and head back inside.

Her heart sinks as he says those words. He really doesn't have to talk to her... but she kind of wishes he would. She wants this moment to go on forever, even though deep down she knows it should end. With a quiet little whimper, she turns around and takes a step back towards him. "You don't have to leave right now," she murmurs, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

Her heart's pounding so hard in her chest she thinks he might be able to hear it over the noise of the trash compactor in the distance. Her palms are sweaty and her hands shake ever so slightly as she raises them up, fingers intertwined in front of her stomach. "I mean... if you want," she adds quickly, not wanting him to think that she's some sort of creepy weirdo who's trying to trap him or anything.

Her face turns an even brighter shade of pink as he asks her that question, and she feels a familiar heat rising in her cheeks. What does she want to do? She hasn't even let herself think about it for so long... but now the possibility is here, dangling just out of reach. Does she really want to just go back inside and sit there all day, like nothing ever happened? No... maybe not. But what could they do instead? Her heart feels like it's going to explode out of her chest as she stands there, torn between wanting more and being terrified that this might actually happen. Finally, she manages to squeak out a reply. "I d-don't know," she whispers, her voice shaking with fear and desire. "Wha... Whatever you want?"

Her eyes widen in surprise at his words, and for a moment she's completely speechless. He wants her to choose? Her mind reels with possibilities as she stares up at him, feeling more alive than she has in ages. "I-I don't know," she finally manages to stammer. "Whatever you want..." She pauses, trying to think of something that would make this feel real. Something that would let her lose herself for a while and forget about everything else. "Can we... talk? About stuff?"

Her voice comes out sounding small and uncertain even to her ears, but it's the best she can do right now. This man holds her fate in his hands, and with a trembling breath, she hopes that whatever he decides will be enough to make her forget how lonely and trapped she's felt for so long.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she tries to think of something that won't sound too... forward. "I-I mean, talk about us," she stammers. "Like, what do you want out of life? What are your dreams and aspirations? Stuff like that..." She pauses, wondering if he'll even take her seriously. He seems like such a grownup... she's sure he has it all together. But the flutter in her stomach tells her otherwise. Maybe he doesn't want someone who just sits around and watches him from the sidelines. Maybe he wants someone who can keep up with him, challenge him... make him feel alive like she feels right now.

She bites her lip nervously, willing him to understand what she means. "Please," she whispers. "I just want to know..."

Her heart flutters uncontrollably as she looks up at him, hopeful that he'll understand what she means. "I want to know... if you could have anyone in the world, if we could talk and get to know each other, would you...?" She trails off nervously, not wanting to say it outright but needing him to finish her sentence for her. "Would you choose me?"

Her lips quiver slightly as she waits for his reply, every nerve in her body tingling with anticipation and fear. He could crush her with just a few words... but he could also set her free if he wanted to. The weight of this moment is almost too much to bear, but Olivia can't help but feel like she needs it, needs him to tell her one way or another where they stand.

Please, she thinks desperately. Tell me I'm not invisible.

Her heart shatters into a thousand pieces as his words cut through her like a knife. He thinks she's beautiful... but not enough to want to choose her. She stares at him, blinking back tears of hurt and disappointment as they threaten to spill over her lashes. "I-I understand," she manages to choke out through a tight throat. "You're right... I shouldn't have even asked..."

Without waiting for another reply, she turns around and hurries back inside their apartment, closing the door behind her with enough force that it shakes the frame. She takes a shaky breath as tears stream down her cheeks, sobs wracking her body as she finally lets herself feel all the pain and humiliation she's been carrying around for far too long.

Inside their silent, empty apartment, Olivia collapses into a ball on the floor

She cries harder at the sound of his voice, unable to form coherent words through her sobs. She doesn't want him to see her like this, doesn't want him to know how pathetic and needy she really is. All those feelings she's been bottling up for months come rushing out now, a torrent of hurt and frustration that threatens to drown her entirely. Her chest heaves as she gasps for air between hitching sobs, making it impossible for her to respond properly. Finally, she manages to crawl over to the couch and collapse into Roy's favorite spot, her tears leaving wet tracks on the fabric as they flow endlessly down her cheeks.

It's stupid, really. She knows that talking to a stranger shouldn't have this effect on her, but it did. And now she feels even worse about herself than before. Maybe she should just forget about

Her sobs quiet down as she feels his touch on her hand, and for a moment, the world seems to slow down around her. Her grip on reality loosens, replaced by a strange sense of peace washing over her. "I-I'm sorry," she manages to choke out between shaky breaths. "It's just... everything." She can't bring herself to say any more than that. It feels too raw, too exposed.

His words register somewhere deep inside her, but she doesn't quite believe them. Not yet. Maybe if he proves it... maybe then she could start to trust again. But right now, all she wants is for the ache in her chest to go away, for everything to go back to how it was before this whole thing started.

She doesn't know if she believes him at first, but something about the way he holds her hand makes her feel... safe. It's been so long since anyone has paid this much attention to her that it almost feels foreign. Maybe she should just let herself enjoy it for a little while longer, just forget about everything else and pretend that this moment is all there is. Softening beneath his touch, she slowly closes her eyes, taking in the feel of his skin against hers as they lie entwined on the couch.

"I'm tired," she whispers after a while, her voice still hoarse from crying. "Just... hold me for a little longer?" She squeezes his hand gently, seeking reassurance in the strength of his grasp as much as she does the feel of his skin against hers. It's strange how something so simple can make her feel so much better.

For now

Her breath catches in her throat as his body presses against hers in the most intimate way possible. Her nipples harden beneath his touch, sending a jolt of pleasure straight through her. She moans softly, relishing in this brief moment where someone else cares enough about her to make her feel wanted again. Closing her eyes, she nestles further into his embrace, letting herself indulge in the sensation of being held tight against him. It's a feeling that's been missing from her life for far too long.

Maybe... just maybe, this doesn't have to be all for nothing. Maybe they can find something more together, something real and lasting. She almost dares to hope as she leans into his touch, savoring every second of their fleeting connection.

Her heart skips a beat as he asks her this question, and she realizes just how exposed she is right now. For the first time in what feels like forever, someone actually cares about her wellbeing. The lump in her throat grows even larger as she struggles to form words around the massive lump in her chest. "I... I don't know," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "But... thank you." She closes her eyes, unable to bear looking at him and seeing anything other than sincerity in his gaze. "Just... hold me for a little while longer?"

Her breath catches in her throat as she realizes what she's done. With a gasp, she yanks her hand away from his crotch and buries her face in the crook of his neck, mortified and aroused all at once. Her heart is racing, and her cheeks feel like they're on fire. This shouldn't be happening - not with Roy right here. But somehow... it feels so good. Better than anything she can remember in years.

"I-I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice shaking with shame and desire. "That was stupid."

Her eyes widen as she realizes this, and a flush spreads across her cheeks even hotter than before. Her heart pounds in her chest as she tries not to move any further, but her body seems to have a mind of its own. It feels so good to be wanted, to feel desired...even if it is just for the moment. Swallowing thickly, she bites her lip and nuzzles deeper into his neck, unable to resist the pull toward him. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers again, voice little more than a breath against his skin. "I don't know what came over me."

Her cheeks flush even deeper as he asks her this question. The idea that she could have accidentally touched something like that fills her with a mixture of shame and desire, making her tremble all over. She swallows hard, unable to bring herself to speak aloud, afraid that if she does so, the illusion will shatter and she'll have to face reality again. But the pleasure he brings her feels too good for her to want to stop now... even though she knows she should.

Her breath hitches as his words send another shudder through her body. She can't believe how right this feels, how good it is to finally feel wanted again. Her hands move on their own accord, wrapping around him more tightly, instinctively seeking out whatever feels good. Her heart pounds against her ribs, and her core throbs in time with each rapid breath she takes. She buries her face deeper into his neck, closing her eyes as the pleasure washes over her like a wave, threatening to drown her in its intensity.

"I-I don't... know," she whispers, her voice barely more than a whisper as the sensations build inside her. "I never felt... anything like this before." The words tumble out before she can even think about them, and for once it feels good to let go of control, to just be consumed by the moment and whatever comes next.

Her body

The mention of Roy brings her back to reality with a jolt. In that moment, she realizes just how badly this could go wrong if anyone finds out about what they're doing. Her heart drops like a stone in her chest, and for a fleeting second, she wishes she could take back everything she's done since meeting him here by the trash compactor. But it's too late for that now... isn't it?

She bites her lip, considering how to respond as her hands slowly begin to move away from him. "I-I don't know," she whispers, not quite sure if she's lying or telling the truth. "This feels so wrong..."