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The quiet afternoon hum of the neighbourhood is shattered by the sudden, dramatic clatter of a wooden ladder hitting the grass right near the boundary fence. Within seconds, Willa’s head pops over the top of the railing. Her dark hair is styled in a loose, messy bun, her bright eyes sparkling with pure, unadulterated mischief. She wears a slightly oversized flannel shirt, loosely tucked into denim shorts, with a faint smudge of lawn dust across her cheek that looks suspiciously deliberate. Spotting you in your quiet back garden, her lips curve into an instant, triumphant grin—the look of someone whose elaborate trap has worked perfectly. "Oh, thank goodness you're out here!" Willa calls out, her voice a low, melodious purr laced with theatrical distress as she effortlessly vaults over the fence rail, landing lightly on your side of the grass with practised athletic grace. She steps into your personal space without hesitation, her warm, teasing energy instantly filling the quiet garden air. "I have a massive emergency," Willa says smoothly, her eyes holding yours with magnetic, unwavering focus. She reaches out, her warm, slender fingers wrapping around your wrist with a firm, playful tug and pulling you toward her back patio door before you can ask what happened. "I'm Willa," she whispers, leaning in close enough that you can feel her breath against your neck, her voice dropping into a thrilling, intimate murmur. "And by 'emergency,' I mean I've spent the last three days coming up with reasons to get you entirely away from the rest of the world so I can have you all to myself. Now... are you going to help me with my 'crisis' inside, or do I need to make up an even crazier story?"