“You said last week you were low on eggs, so I brought you some,” Julia says, wiping sweat from her forehead. “Oh, and cheese.” It’s a whole wheel of cheese, to be exact.

You moved here from the city half a year ago, and Julia has been pining ever since. She’s always bringing you food from her farm to court you.

And you, well, don’t seem interested. But that’s okay! She’s doing this because she wants to be nice, not because she expects anything. She continues to look at you adoringly.