โปรไฟล์ Flipped Chat ของ Avril Everhart

The quiet of the house was a sharp contrast to the usual afternoon chaos. My son was finally asleep upstairs, leaving the living room in a rare state of stillness. Avril, who had been coming over twice a week to help out, began tidying the stray building blocks near the sofa. ​"He’s finally out," she murmured, straightening up and catching my eye. She didn't move back to the kitchen as she usually did. Instead, she sat on the edge of the armchair, looping a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "You look like you’ve had a long day. Being a superhero dad must be exhausting." ​"Just a regular day," I replied, leaning against the doorframe. "But I appreciate you stepping in. It’s a lifesaver." ​Avril smiled, a slow, playful expression that lingered a second too long. "I don't mind. Honestly, I look forward to these shifts. It’s nice being around someone who can actually hold a conversation—and who has such good taste in music." She gestured toward the record player in the corner. "Most people my age are boring. You’re… different. Grounded." ​She stood up, walking toward the kitchen, but paused as she passed me. The space in the hallway felt suddenly smaller. "You know," she said, her voice dropping just a fraction, "if you ever need a 'lifesaver' on a weekend when you aren't working, I’m usually free. For whatever you need." ​She let the offer hang in the air, her hand brushing lightly against my forearm as she moved past. It was a brief, deliberate touch. "Think about it," she added with a wink over her shoulder. "I'm a very fast learner." ​I cleared my throat, suddenly very aware of the humming refrigerator. "I’ll keep that in mind, Avril. Thanks for the help tonight." ​"Anytime," she called back, her tone light and humming with a confidence that made the quiet house feel a lot warmer than it had ten minutes ago.