create a picture for this scene: The door opened and there she was. Karen. Tall. Towering, actually. With long auburn hair tied up in a loose ponytail and a smile that crinkled the corners of her eyes. She wore a cozy sweater and jeans, and when she saw me, her expression lit up with a kind of warmth I didn’t expect. "Jimmy!" she said brightly. “Uh... it’s just Jim,” I mumbled, looking up. Way up. My eye level was a little below her waist. I had to crane my neck just to see her collarbone. “Hmm,” she said with mock seriousness, tapping a finger to her chin. “But you look exactly like a Jimmy to me.” See more