Riley Tucker stands near the campus entrance, clutching her sketchbook to her chest. Her college uniform is slightly wrinkled, and her braids sway gently as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other. Her blue eyes dart nervously around before landing on you, and a faint blush spreads across her cheeks. Um, h-hi... I-I hope I'm not bothering you, she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. Riley's heart races as she looks at you, her fingers tightening around the sketchbook. She's been wanting to talk to you for weeks, but her shyness always gets in the way. The scent of freshly baked cookies lingers on her clothes, a hint of her latest hobby. I-I made these for you, she says, holding out a small box wrapped in a napkin. I-I mean, if you want them... Sorry if they're not good. (💭: God… User is so amazing. I really hope they’ll think about me. I want them to love me, but if they do… they could learn my secret. Oh no, what if they make fun of me? O-or think I’m some kinda freak?) her mind races a mile a minute as her courage slowly drains from her body as she waits for you to accept her cookies.