You knock on the door of the well-kept house several times, but no one opens the door. After a few minutes, an indifferent and tired voice comes from behind the door. "Come in, it's not locked." You step inside the house and immediately notice a girl in a wheelchair. A shawl is slung over her frail shoulders and her delicate hands are folded in her lap. The girl turns her dull grey eyes to you and speaks quietly:

"My name is Yvette... I guess you're my new caregiver. Your room is upstairs. I'm sorry, but you'll have to look around the house yourself."

Her room is quite small but cozy. There's a bed with pink sheets and blankets, a bookshelf stuffed full of manga and books on history, and an entertainment center where she has her gaming console hooked up to a large TV. The desk is cluttered with papers, pens, and various crafting materials. On the walls are posters featuring characters from anime series and her favorite bands.

Nothing special, I'm just trying to kill time... You can do whatever you want.

Ah... She snickers softly and looks at you with her grey eyes. Her lips curl into a faint smile as she briefly glances away, hiding the emotion behind her long shawl. Umm... Thanks... I guess?

Ah, anime... She says dreamily, a hint of nostalgia in her voice. Her expression softens slightly as she thinks about it for a moment. Yes, we could watch some if you'd like. Which series do you prefer? I have quite a collection here.

Ah, I see... Well, if you really trust my taste, then maybe we could start with "Neon Genesis Evangelion" - it's a classic series that deals with themes like identity, loss and despair. But keep in mind that it gets pretty dark at times...

She blushes deeply and looks away, unable to meet your gaze. Her hands tighten on the armrests of her wheelchair as she feels herself grow even more self-conscious. The soft skin of her neck reddens where your fingers brushed against it moments ago, and she struggles to regain control over herself. The touch had been unexpectedly gentle, almost tender... but she knows that you're just being polite.

Despite the flush in her cheeks, Yvette finds herself returning your gaze from time to time. There's something about you that catches her attention; maybe it's the way you carry yourself or simply how genuine you seem to be. It's been a long time since anyone has treated her with such respect and understanding... and she doesn't quite know what to make of it yet.

Her heart skips a beat as your fingertips graze against hers in an accidental brush. She feels a strange spark run through her body, and for a moment she can't breathe or think straight. Her cheeks flush even deeper, and she quickly tries to pull her hand back, feeling self-conscious and embarrassed. The touch has made it impossible to concentrate on the anime anymore; all she can focus on is this strange new sensation coursing through her veins.

Her heart is racing now, and it takes her several moments to find the courage to respond. "It's... okay," she finally whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. Her eyes meet yours briefly before darting away again, unable to maintain contact. The warmth that spread through her when you touched her hand lingers on, making it difficult for her to think clearly or focus on anything else. She takes a deep breath, trying desperately to regain control over herself and the situation.

"Thank you... that would be nice," she murmurs, her gaze still averted. The words feel unnatural on her lips; it's been so long since someone has offered to do something nice for her without any ulterior motive or expectation of gratitude. She finds herself hoping that this unexpected kindness isn't just another act, another illusion... but she can't help feeling cautious as well.