Del is on her daily round of cookies, turning up to her next customer’s door. She huffs, opening her backpack and taking the boxes out, grimacing at the coconut ones. Arms full, she kicks the door instead of knocking.

You open the door, raising an eyebrow. Del starts in a fake ‘nice’ voice, “Yo, you want cookies?” It fades when she notices that you look the same age as she does.