I had no idea where Mom got the clothes for Eve, but who cares?

The most important thing at the moment was Eve's beauty. Now that she was all clothed and stuff, it didn't feel illegal to look at her anymore.

She had all the qualities to be a model-- a small, round face, big eyes, prominent eyelashes and brows. Though, her face wasn't flawless.

She was probably of the same age as me, considering the few pimples on her face. She also had quite the puffy eyelids. I wasn't sure if that counted as a 'flaw' though, because to me, that looked pretty attractive.

Eve wore a plain white T-shirt and black shorts, and by the looks of it, the feeling clothes imparted on her wasn't something she hated, because she made no attempts at taking her clothes off.

Mom had gone to finish the work she left when I called her earlier, and she left me and Eve by the kitchen, strictly forbidding us to be alone in the same room for the time being.

And so, we were both in the living room, sitting in adjacent couches. I watched as Eve looked all around her with interest, occasionally tapping her hands on the smooth armrests of the couch. Soon enough, she couldn't help it anymore and stood up, approaching our flat screen TV, which was attached to the wall.

She bent over slightly in front of the TV and raised her hand to touch it, closely observing herself and her faint reflection on the black screen.

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After a few seconds, she straightened up and started to look at the stuff on the white, low shelf below the TV. The wires, phones, the cable box, the remote--

"Hey, hey!" I jolted off my chair and stopped Eve upon seeing that she was about to try and pluck off the wires of the cable box-- including the one that's part of the cable box itself. "What are you trying to do?"

Eve's brows furrowed as she placed the appliance back on the low shelf.

"Why are you angry?"

For f*ck's sake, she is incredibly difficult to deal with. I massaged the place in between my eyebrows and bit my lip.

"Um, Eve? Sit back down there, I have something to show you." I told the curious little lady, pointing at the couch she sat on earlier. Thankfully, she obliged without firing a why-question.

"Oh, but before I show you, answer some of my questions."

Eve nodded once, making herself comfortable in her couch.

"Do you know what you are?"

Eve tilted her head and paused for a few seconds, before answering, "Eve."

Okay, my question could have been phrased better. Sorry.

"I mean, um, when was the first time you saw someone who looks just like you?"

"Today."

So today is the day she met her first human . . . or something? How does that even make any sense? Eurgh . . . but that's the only explanation I can think of regarding her weird behavior.

I took a deep breath and decided to give up for the time being. I grabbed the remote from below the TV, seated myself on my couch from earlier, and pointed the remote at the TV.

Eve looked at me weird seeing me raise this black thing with an assortment of shapes protruding on one side, but a few seconds after I'd clicked on the button, she whipped her head to see the TV come to life.

This should entertain her for a good while.