DAMOND CHRIS
I found myself dealing with a confusing feeling of frustration, though I couldn’t quite place why. Daisy hadn’t done anything wrong, but her presence seemed to create a strange vibe around me.
Getting comfortable isn’t something I’m great at; my friends often joke that I tend to resist that kind of thing. So, I was curious about why Daisy had decided to reach out to me like this. Just as I began to drift into those thoughts, a soft knock on the door brought me back to reality.
“Come in,” I called out, trying to sound friendly and welcoming.
The door opened, and Daisy came in, her energy bright and lively. There was something about her spirit that intrigued me, but also made me a bit uneasy.
“What brings you here?” I asked, trying to match her enthusiasm with a gentle smil
