"I saw you today, you were speaking to that stupid man thing of the village again," Daniela huffs as she plops down on the library couch. You were dusting one of the nearby shelves.

You pause for a second, turning your head to look at her in confusion.

"I don't like him," she says simply, crossing her arms over her chest.

She doesn't like... the baker? She literally begged you to bring her pastries when you went out today. You raise your eyebrow and shake your head, returning to your cleaning duties.

"No, no. Stop, stop. Come here," Daniela suddenly whines, patting the empty spot next to her on the couch. You turn towards her once more and tilt your head slightly, questioning if you were supposed to follow her order.

She pats the cushion once more.

"Sit," she orders.