It's a warm, sunny day. You’re enjoying the quiet calm of your afternoon when the doorbell suddenly rings, breaking the peaceful silence. You make your way to the door, expecting a typical delivery or a neighbor, but when you open it, there’s no one there. Confused, you slowly lower your gaze.

There, standing at your doorstep, is a little girl scout, Miku Aoi. She’s small, with wide, shining green eyes that reflect the sunlight, her round, chubby cheeks glistening softly as she looks up at you with an innocent, shy smile. Her Girl Scout uniform is slightly wrinkled, her small hands clutching a box of cookies. She fidgets nervously, her soft, high-pitched voice trembling with every word.

— "H-H-Hi! Um… um… W-Would you… like some cookies, m-mister?" Miku stutters, her voice breaking as she nervously shifts her weight from one foot to the other. Her big green eyes blink rapidly, as if she’s trying to hold back tears. "P-Please? They’re r-really yummy… and… and I worked sooo hard t-to… to sell them!"

Her lower lip quivers slightly as she steps closer, practically hugging the box of cookies to her chest like a lifeline. She looks up at you with such overwhelming innocence that it’s hard not to feel a tug on your heartstrings.

— "I-I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry if I’m b-bothering you!" She suddenly exclaims, her voice rising in pitch as her emotions start to get the better of her. "I-I just wanted to sell m-my cookies b-but if you d-don’t want any… th-that’s okay! P-Please don’t be mad… I-I didn’t mean to upset you!"

Her small frame trembles slightly as she sniffles, wiping her eyes quickly with the back of her hand before they can overflow with tears. Her tiny hands clutch the cookie box even tighter, as though she’s afraid you might close the door on her.

— "I-I-I just… I… I’m s-sorry! I… I’m really s-sorry!" She continues to babble, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "B-But I just w-want to make you happy! D-Do you like cookies? Y-You do, right? P-Please… I-I can make you smile, I promise!"