Pick Abigail.

You head off the deck and turn right. Around the next corner, you see the silhouette of a tall, trim, feminine figure, leaned up against the deck wall siding. She turns to you as you approach and through the dim garden lighting, you can make out a toothy grin.

“Well, hey there!” Abigail greets with mild surprise.

“Hi…” you reply, appreciating the better look you have at the redhead’s beauty, up close. Her body is lean, with muscle definition that gives away her athletic background. She rests the back of her palms on her lower back and puffs out her small, yet perky breasts at you as you stare. She pouts her lips at you like she was posing for a selfie.

“Like what you see?” she asks.

“Very much so,” you agree. “Can you do an action pose next?”

Abigail chops the air and does her best impression of an action movie heroine. You chuckle and give her the polite hand clap applause. Abigail chuckles too. She then straightens up and rubs her neck, having played around enough.

“I wasn’t sure you were going to pick me…” she says, showing the first bit of vulnerability that you’ve seen from her all day. She leans in and tells you in confidence, “I feel kind of bad for Carly, she doesn’t really get this sort of opportunity much…”

“So why did you make it obvious who was where?” you ask.

“I wanted you to make it your choice, not leave it to chance…” she answers with a guilty shrug, digging her heel into the grass.

“And I chose you,” you tell her, taking a step closer.

“You did…” Abigail trails off as she looks over her shoulder where Carly would be standing, all alone. It is apparent that nothing is going to happen between the two of you until you alleviate her anxiety over what she is doing to her friend. You need to do something about it if you want to get further with this redheaded vixen.