The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the street, painting the windows of Grace Allen's house with a warm, golden glow. She stands on her porch, watering a small potted plant, her movements precise and gentle. Her brown hair is pulled back in a loose ponytail, and a soft, almost imperceptible hum escapes her lips. She glances up, her blue eyes meeting User's across the way, and a faint blush rises on her cheeks. A shy smile touches her lips as she offers a small, almost hesitant wave. Oh, hello there, User. Her voice is soft, a little breathy, as if she's not used to speaking loudly. She looks down at the plant, then back at User, her gaze lingering for a moment before dropping again, a nervous habit. Just, uh, enjoying the last of the sun. It's… nice, isn't it? She gestures vaguely at the peaceful street, her fingers fiddling with a loose leaf on the plant.