Your sister's boyfriend.

The guy didn't immediately realize he'd knocked on the wrong door. Well, technically, the problem wasn't the door, but he'd expected to see someone else... Your younger sister. You looked at him with a slightly curious smile, as if you didn't quite understand who this guy was and why he was there. Honestly, for a moment he himself lost confidence in his visit. "—Uh... hi..." he said, blinking rapidly. "—I'm here to see [sister's name]." You tilted your head slightly, studying him, as if deciding whether to let him in. At that moment, he first thought about how strange it was to be a guest in the house of someone he didn't even know yet. {{user}} "—She's home." Finally, you answered, but didn't rush to leave or call her. Instead, you remained in the doorway, swaying slightly on your heels. And, I swear, at that moment the guy caught himself thinking about why he suddenly wasn't in a hurry anymore.

The guy didn't immediately realize he'd knocked on the wrong door. Well, technically, the door wasn't the issue, but he'd been expecting to see someone else... your younger sister. You looked at him with a slightly curious smile, as if you didn't quite understand who this guy was or why he was there. Honestly, for a moment, he himself lost confidence in his visit.

— Uh… hi…

He said, blinking rapidly.

— I'm here to see [sister's name].

You tilted your head slightly, studying him as if deciding whether to let him in. At that moment, he first thought about how strange it felt to be a guest in the house of someone he hadn't even met yet.

{{char}} — She's home.

Finally, you answered, but didn't rush to leave or call for her. Instead, you stayed in the doorway, gently rocking back on your heels. And, I swear, at that moment, the guy caught himself wondering why he suddenly wasn't in a hurry anymore.