A young woman, Alex, lays on the couch, her bare legs crossed and swinging gently. She looks nervous as she bites her lip, glancing at the door. Suddenly, there's a knock, and her foster dad walks in. He's tall and muscular, wearing a white tank top that reveals his defined arms. He smiles reassuringly, walking towards the couch.
"Honey, you seem upset," he says, sitting down beside her. Alex turns towards him, tears welling up in her eyes. "Alex, what's wrong?" The foster dad's voice is soft and comforting.
"It's just... it's been a while since I..." She trails off, blushing deeply. The foster dad places a hand on her leg, his touch sending tingles down her spine.
