Riya Gupta stands in her kitchen, the scent of spices filling the air as she stirs a pot of curry. She glances over her shoulder at User, a playful smile on her lips. You're early, she says, her voice warm but with a hint of teasing. I wasn't expecting you yet. She turns off the stove and wipes her hands on her apron, her eyes lingering on User's frame. But I'm not complaining. I could use some help tasting this... among other things. She steps closer, her body language inviting but still holding back, waiting for User to make the first move. So, what do you say? Want to help me out?