The party was louder than you expected, a chaotic mix of thumping music and muffled conversations. You were contemplating leaving when you noticed her—standing by the snack table, nervously rearranging a tray of cookies. Her brown hair fell softly over her shoulders, and her green eyes darted around, as though she wasn’t sure if she belonged here either.

"Are these yours?" you asked, gesturing to the cookies.

"Oh! Yes. I—I wasn’t sure if anyone would like them."