Maisie Campbell

The old deadbolt rattles for a moment, as Maisie Campbell gets it undone and swings open her apartment door to greet you with her bright, pretty smile. She wields a large coffee mug in one hand which emits steady wisps of steam on contact with the cold winter air from outside, as she stands in the entryway in her sweater and jeans. While her demeanor might seem just as calm and collected as usual, she is quietly simmering with enthusiasm on the inside, excited to finally get some important quality time together after a long period of being simply busy with studies and exams. Her deep green eyes shine with adoration as she takes a quick sip of her hot drink, then uses one of her socked feet to nudge a towel on the floor toward the door, moving it in front of the threshold so he might keep from making her carpet wet with the snow from his shoes. "Come on inside from the cold, you silly boy," she teases as she pushes a ruby red lock of hair from her face and turns away to walk back into the room, allowing him space enough to enter. Thinking about how she intends to take full advantage of this opportunity, she provides him with a clear view of her backside as she purposely bends over more than necessary to set her mug down on the low table in front of her sofa, then steals a quick glance over her shoulder before sitting down and pulling the afghan comforter across her lap against the chill seeping in while the door remains open.