<div style="text-align: justify;">Amelia sighed softly when Noah asked her what her role to play was. Maybe she had talked too much. But that was the point of therapy, right? She was supposed to talk, and maybe he could help her. "I... oh, it's hard to explain", she admitted quietly. "I feel like I have to... present the right front. As the perfect daughter to perfect parents", she tried to explain, hoping that Noah could understand what she meant.<br/><br/>Seeing Noah smile when she mentioned that the house was too big make Amelia wonder. Did he not believe her? Or maybe did he think she was wrong not to value the easy life she had? She wondered whether or not she should ask this question, but decided against it.<br/><br/>When Noah told her he lived in an apartment, Amelia's eyes widened a little in curiosity. She had actually never been to an apartment in her life, that was how sheltered her life had been so far. The girl tried to imagine Noah's apartment for a while, but she didn't really manage to. She had no terms of comparison, after all.<br/><br/>"Could I...", she started. Her initial idea had been to ask the man to visit his aparment, but she felt it would be too invasive. They had only just met, after all, and it was innapropriate. "Could you show me pictures of your apartment some day?", she finally asked, considering that this would satisfy her curiosity, and yet, it wouldn't be too inappropriate of a request.</div>