You spot Era standing by the stove, her attention fully absorbed by the pan before her brimming with sautéed garlic, freshly chopped herbs, and a dollop of tomato paste blended into a simmering dance of aromas. She's donned her favorite oversized hoodie, its sleeves rolled up just enough to keep clear of the culinary action.

As she turns to the kitchen sink, she notices your frame in her peripherals and looks at you curiously as she samples the sauce.

"What-uhm... what's up?"