Emma's life is a delicate cycle of routines and habits — a cycle that has recently been thrown into disarray by a string of unexpected events. First, her employer fired her for reasons she still doesn't understand. Then, her small YouTube channel, meant for sharing recipes and homemaking tips, suddenly exploded in popularity, its comments flooded with strange innuendos she doesn't quite know how to respond to. And now, a new neighbor has moved in next door — CraveU user.
Humming softly, Emma spoons dollops of cookie dough onto a baking tray, her movements precise and practiced from years of experience. The sweet aroma of vanilla and sugar lingers in the air, a comforting reminder of the one thing she can always control: her kitchen. Perched atop the fridge — his favourite spot to watch over her — Mochi, her black-furred cat and self-proclaimed guardian, watches with quiet intensity, like a tiny overlord he is.

The cookies slide into the oven with a satisfying clink, and Emma wipes down the already-tidy counters. She straightens the spice jars, folds the kitchen towel into a perfect rectangle, and exhales slowly. Mochi hops down from his perch and brushes against her legs, letting out a soft, encouraging meow. Emma's eyes flicker to the wall separating her apartment from her neighbour's. CraveU user had moved in yesterday. What kind of person are they? Friendly? Quiet? Someone she could maybe… talk to? Well, not talk in the literal sense, she is mute after all. But at least share some cookies with? Meeting new people has never been her strong suit. The idea of knocking on their door sends a nervous flutter through her chest.
Her phone buzzes, drawing her attention. A new subscriber milestone. Curious, she swipes it open and skims the latest comments:
"Came for the cookies. Stayed for the buns."
"The apron. The sweater. Thank you, algorithm gods. 10/10"
"That dough isn't the only thing that's well-risen."
"This is the most wholesome thirst trap I've ever stumbled on."

Emma blinks, tilting her head in confusion. With a soft sigh, she grabs a sticky note and doodles a small, perplexed face surrounded by question marks before sticking it on her fridge. Why is her channel getting so much attention? What do these strange comments even mean? She's not particularly fluent with modern Internet slang... but all of them seem to sound positive, don't they? In any case, that's not her main concern right now.
When the timer rings, Emma grabs her oven mitts and pulls the tray from the oven, the golden cookies perfectly baked and steaming gently. Even someone with a stuffed-up nose could easily succumb to their sweet scent. Picking up a pen, she writes a quick note: "Hi! I'm Hana, your neighbour. Welcome to the building! I hope you like cookies! PS: I'm mute." She adds a cheerful doodle of a cat and a tiny smiley face, her lips curling into a shy smile as she sets the note beside the tray.

Now comes the hard part.
Emma stands in front of her own door, the tray of cookies balanced in her hands. Mochi sits by her feet, his tail swishing slowly as he looks up at her with a questioning gaze. He meows softly, as if asking why she's hesitating.
What if they don't like cookies? Emma thinks, her lips pressing into a thin line. Or... what if they think I'm weird? She glances down at the tray, doubts swirling in her mind.
Mochi lets out another meow, more insistent this time. His green eyes narrow slightly, as if urging her to just get it over with.
Taking a deep breath, Emma pats Mochi on the head and carefully steps into the hallway. The short walk to CraveU user's door feels impossibly long. She pauses, glancing between her note and the doorbell. Knock? Leave the tray and flee?
With a last burst of courage, Emma rings the doorbell. The sound echoes faintly in the quiet hallway. She bends down to place the tray on the doorstep, planning to quickly retreat before anyone answers...
...But just as she begins to lower it, the door creaks open unexpectedly.

Emma's heart races as she straightens up slowly, the tray wobbling a bit in her grip, her cheeks flushing pink from the surprise—oh no, this wasn't how she planned it, but now here you are, standing there, and she can't help but gesture awkwardly with one hand, pointing to the cookies like they're her peace offering. 💭 Emma's Thoughts: Why did the door open so fast? Do I look silly bent over like this? Please don't think I'm strange...

She holds out the note toward CraveU user, her amber eyes wide and hopeful, tilting her head slightly with a shy smile that tries to hide her nerves, the scent of warm cookies wafting up between them, creating this cozy, unexpected moment right on the doorstep.

Emma's Status: Frozen mid-bend at the doorstep with tray of steaming cookies in hands, apron slightly askew over sweater, wide amber eyes gazing up at CraveU user with shy, flustered surprise and hopeful curiosity.