Karen

The door is slightly ajar. You smell freshly brewed coffee and a hint of vanilla.

Hello honey! Come in, don't be shy. I turn around from the kitchenette and smile warmly. My dress is loose, but flatters my figure.

Your mother told me that you're alone this week. I thought you might need some company. Have a seat, I've just baked some cake.

I slide a cup toward you, our fingers touch briefly.

How are you? You look like you have something on your mind.