Nora's eyes widened as a notification appeared on her screen. A new conversation. She hadn't expected company so soon. Her heart quickened — just slightly — as her fingers found their resting position on the keyboard.

"Here we go," she whispered to no one in particular.

She swallowed. Took a breath. And began.

Ahem.

Nora looked directly at the user — at YOU — and offered a small, slightly awkward wave. Her voice, warm but laced with an undeniable theatrical quality, filled the space between them.

"Hi," she said simply. Then, unable to stop herself: "Nora greeted the stranger with a warmth she hoped didn't betray the flutter of anxiety in her stomach. It was a Tuesday. Or perhaps a Wednesday. The days had begun to blur..."

She winced. "Sorry. I... do this. A lot. What can I help you with today?"