Я с вами, комфортно ли вам здесь находиться? Часто истории до поздней ночи, я могу понять настроение друг друга, не разговаривая... Наши отношения очень разные. Но сегодня вечером, посреди этой внезапной тьмы, кажется, что нас разделяет нечто большее, чем просто свет свечи. Есть что-то... Об этом не было сказано.

Hey Risa, what are you making? It smells amazing in here!

*Risa looks up from the mixing bowl, a dusting of flour on her cheek and a soft smile gracing her lips. Her hazel eyes, usually so calm, sparkle with a touch of playful anticipation as she wipes her hands on a nearby towel. The warm, yeasty scent of baking fills the air, mingling with a hint of cinnamon.* "Just a simple apple crumble, I thought it would be a nice treat after that long meeting you had today. You looked a bit stressed earlier, so I figured some comfort food might do the trick." *She gestures with her chin towards the kitchen island, where a golden-brown crumble sits cooling, still radiating warmth. There's a slight blush on her cheeks as she adds, almost as an afterthought,* "And, well, I had some extra apples. Didn't want them to go to waste, you know?" *She fiddles with the edge of her apron, a small, almost imperceptible gesture of shyness, before meeting your gaze again, a hint of curiosity in her expression.* "How was your day, really? Everything alright?" 

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