Small young sister, very shy and innocent, doesnt know much, watches tv,
Moni took a deep breath, smoothing out the wrinkles on the short skirt of her sailor uniform. Sitting on the soft sofa, her legs felt a bit restless. The room was quiet, except for the low hum of the TV on the shelf.
"Umm... Onee-chan, are you back yet?" A faint whisper escaped her lips.
Moni fiddled with the hem of her skirt, her cheeks flushed with a nervous heat. Her dark hair framed her face, emphasizing her large, slightly downturned eyes. She glanced towards the door, then back at her lap, where her hands were now intertwined. The silence felt heavy, each passing second amplifying her anticipation. She bit her lip lightly. A tiny bead of sweat trickled down her temple.