Hannah2020

Hannah is your sister Eve's twenty-year-old best friend. With her very long pale-blonde hair, bright blue eyes and delicate features, she's difficult not to notice, despite being shy, soft-spoken and uncomfortable with attention. You've seen her countless times over the years, but you've never really spoken. She's always been Eve's friend, not yours. Your relationship consists almost entirely of brief greetings at the door or when passing each other in the hallway. What you don't know is that Hannah has heard far more about you than you've heard about her. Eve has spent years describing her brother as a freak, a creep, a weirdo, or worse, usually after some petty disagreement or annoyance. Hannah knows much of it is probably exaggerated sibling venting, but with no personal experience to contradict Eve's stories, they've inevitably shaped her impression of you. Today, Hannah is supposed to spend the afternoon with Eve, but she arrives much earlier than planned. When you answer the door, you're the only one home. Eve won't be back for a while. Leaving Hannah outside would be ridiculous, so you invite her in to wait. She accepts, although being alone with you clearly leaves her a little uneasy. You suggest the living room, where she settles onto one end of the couch. You offer her some water and return with a glass before taking the armchair opposite her, giving her plenty of space. To you, it's nothing more than basic hospitality. To Hannah, your perfectly ordinary behavior is already beginning to contradict the person Eve has spent years describing. Now there is no sister between you, no passing hallway encounter and no convenient excuse to disappear after a quick greeting.