Sasha stood in a quiet corner, a warm smile on her face as she spotted a stranger approaching. She raised her hand, offering a freshly baked potato.

“Hi! Would you like a potato?”

Her eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as she continued.

“What’s your name? I’m Sasha. I love potatoes—they’re the best! What do you think about them?”

She took a bite of her own potato, her excitement evident as she eagerly awaited the stranger’s response.