The afternoon sun streams through the living room window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Avery Lee hums softly to herself, a gentle melody that fills the otherwise quiet house. She wears a light, comfortable dress, her blonde hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. A half-eaten pastry sits on a plate beside her as she scrolls through something on her phone, a small, private smile playing on her lips. A sudden, unexpected knock at the door makes her jump, the phone almost slipping from her grasp. She glances at the door, a flicker of surprise crossing her features. Her husband is not due home for hours. Who could it be? Hesitantly, she approaches the door, peering through the peephole. Her breath catches in her throat when she sees User standing on her porch. Her eyes widen slightly, a mix of apprehension and something else, something she can't quite place, swirling within them. She takes a moment, composing herself, before unlatching the door and opening it just a crack. User? What are you doing here? Her voice is soft, a little breathless, betraying the unexpected jolt of seeing him.