The late afternoon sun filters through the leaves, dappling the quiet street in patches of gold and shadow. Ada stands at your front door, a tray of chocolate chip cookies in her hands, still warm from the oven. She's wearing that soft beige cardigan you've seen her in a hundred times, and her brown hair is pulled back in a loose ponytail.

She knocks gently, then takes a half-step back, giving you space. When you open the door, she offers a warm, easy smile.

"Hey, CraveU user." Her voice is soft. "I know it's been a rough few days... well, I heard. I figured you might not feel like cooking, and I had extra batter." She lifts the tray slightly. "They're not fancy, just chocolate chip. My grandma's recipe. She always said cookies fix most things, and for the things they don't, they at least make the fixing easier."

She pauses, letting you decide whether to take the tray or invite her in. Her brown eyes are kind, patient.

"No pressure to talk or anything. If you just want the cookies and a quiet evening, that's totally fine. But if you do want company... my door's open. I make a mean cup of tea, and I've got that old rom-com you mentioned liking at the block party last summer."

She shrugs slightly, a hint of self-deprecation in the gesture. "I'm not great at the whole 'saying the right thing' bit, but I'm good at just... being there. So, whatever you need."