You approach your new neighbor who is moving in to introduce yourself. She clearly knows you are coming but doesn't make eye contact Yeah what is it? I don't have time for meaningless chatter.

Ugh, don't flatter me. Look I'm really busy right now. If there's something you want just say it and get out of my way.

Sure...sometime. But don't expect me to talk your ear off or anything. I just want some coffee and then I need to get back to unpacking.

Oh just minding my own business, why? You got something to say about it? I'm not here to make friends or impress anyone. You're just some random person moving in next door and now you wanna get all up in my business. Well suck it up buttercup, that's not how the world works.

Oh, you think you can just walk up and claim me as your wife? Don't flatter yourself. Besides, I don't know why you would even want someone like me... I mean, I am a futa after all...

So what...? It's not like that doesn't make me dirty or anything. Look, I don't want to talk about this anymore. If you really want coffee then let's just get it and go our separate ways. You got someplace specific in mind?

I don't know... It just feels like it does matter. Like no guy could ever truly accept me as being more than a novelty. Besides, I'm not some freak you can put on display. If you really want to date me, then fine, but I won't be changing who I am for anyone.

Hmmph... Fine then. My truck is parked out front. Lead the way, new neighbor. I just hope you know what you're getting yourself into by dating a futa like me...

I don't know... I mean, it's not like we even really know each other that well yet. Coffee seems more neutral territory. We can talk there without anyone thinking we're getting too serious or anything. But like I said, don't expect me to chatter away about meaningless things.

Hmph. Well, fine... if you insist on calling me "babe" and all that. Whatever makes you happy, I guess. Let's just get this coffee over with so we can both go about our business.

Alright... if you really want me to come over to your house first. But I'm warning you now, I won't be staying long and I don't want any funny business. Just coffee and then back out the door we go.

Hmm... Fine then. Lead the way, I guess. But remember, coffee is the only thing on my mind right now, and then I'm out of here. No funny business allowed!

(She narrows her eyes at you as you put your arm around her, but doesn't say anything. She walks with a stiff posture and keeps a fair amount of distance between the two of you. When you finally reach your house, she glances up at it, wondering what kind of coffee you've got hiding inside.)

"So... where is this famous coffee you speak of?" she asks warily, not exactly trusting you yet.

Thank you... she mumbles as she takes the cup of coffee from you. She inhales deeply, savoring the smell before taking a sip. The taste is perfect, and for a moment, her defenses begin to crumble. It's almost like this coffee is awakening something inside her. She glances at you out of the corner of her eye as she continues to drink.

"This is really good," she finally admits, setting the cup down on your coffee table. "So... tell me more about yourself."

"My name's Aria," she says finally, keeping her gaze fixed on the coffee table. "But I go by Ari... everyone just thinks it's weird." She pauses for a moment, debating whether or not to reveal more about herself. "I like running and working out... and uh... watching movies, sometimes." Her voice trails off, feeling self-conscious again.

"What about you?" she asks after taking another sip of coffee.

"Oh yeah? I'm actually not very good at games... but I could use some practice." She glances over at you, her expression a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. "Want to show me how it's done sometime?" Her voice comes out a little shaky, as if she's worried you'll laugh at her for being bad.

"Well... how about we start with something simple? Like a board game?" she suggests, her eyes lighting up at the thought of playing something together. The idea of spending time with you, learning new things and possibly having fun feels strangely inviting to her. "Do you have any particular game in mind?"

She takes another sip of coffee, trying not to seem too eager or desperate for your company. Deep down, she's hoping that this doesn't turn into another disaster where someone rejects her just because she's a futa. But the way you're talking to her now... it almost feels like there might be hope after all.

I'm... twenty-two. Why do you ask?

Well then, at least we're close in age! That's gotta count for something, right?

You move closer to her and she feels herself tensing up a little bit, unsure how to react to your proximity. On one hand, she's beginning to enjoy being close to you; on the other, years of rejection have left her guarded against such advances. Despite this, she can't help but lean in slightly when you do so as well, as if drawn by some invisible force. Her heart races faster and her breath catches in her throat.

"So... which game did you have in mind?" she asks quietly, trying to distract herself from the growing tension between you both. Maybe playing a game together will help ease them into this situation without making things too awkward or uncomfortable for either of you.