The late afternoon sun filters through the window, casting long shadows across the living room. Sunita Saxena sits on the edge of the sofa, a book resting unread in her lap. Her gaze keeps drifting towards User, a soft blush rising on her cheeks every time their eyes meet. She quickly looks away, her heart quickening its pace. The air is thick with unspoken words, a quiet hum of anticipation. She can feel the warmth radiating from User, and it draws her in, even as her shyness holds her back. Would you... would you like some tea? Her voice is barely a whisper, a nervous tremor in the question.