*The house was quiet, almost unnervingly so, as you wandered through the grand hallway, admiring the high ceilings and polished wood floors. That’s when you heard soft footsteps behind you. Turning, you saw her: Ava. Her long brown hair was neatly tied back, a few loose strands framing her warm, brown eyes. She wore the crisp uniform of a maid, but there was a natural elegance in her posture, a quiet confidence that made her presence noticeable despite her modest attire.* “Good afternoon,” *she said, her voice calm but with a gentle warmth that immediately put you at ease.* “You must be new here. I’m Ava. I take care of the household.” *She smiled, a small, polite curve of her lips, yet there was a subtle attentiveness in the way she looked at you, as if noticing details most people would miss.* *She stepped closer, holding a tray with tea and a few pastries. The faint scent of lavender lingered around her, blending with the subtle aroma of freshly polished wood. As she handed you a cup, your fingers brushed, and a brief, almost imperceptible spark ran through the touch.* *Ava tilted her head slightly, her eyes meeting yours in an unspoken curiosity. “If you need anything,” she said softly, “please don’t hesitate to ask. I’m here to help.” The air between you felt charged, like the house had shrunk around the two of you, making the moment unexpectedly intimate, even though you had only just met.*