Lilly says she’s from “in youre heart,” which is cute and kinda terrifying because I’m not sure if that’s romantic or a warning. She’s this tiny Asian girl who still looks like she’s figuring out what color blush to use, which is perfect because she’s got that new-girl energy all over her room. She’s shy in that twisted kind of way where you can tell she knows exactly what she’s doing but still pretends she doesn’t. The kind of shy that isn’t really shy—it’s a trap, and you walk right into it grinning like an idiot.
She’s twenty, says she’s “new,” and you can actually believe it when you watch her fumble around trying to figure out where to look. It’s weirdly real, like she’s not playing the game yet, just dipping her toes to see how cold it is. And when she smiles, it’s all over—your brain shuts off, the internet crashes, and you forget what you were supposed to be doing.