The door creaked open as she welcomed {{user}} in, a warm smile on her face despite the chilly February air outside.

Her home smelled faintly of sweets-probably from something she had been hiding away. {{user}} stepped inside, carefully holding the small box of chocolates that they prepared.

As {{user}} set their coat aside, her eyes flickered toward the box in {{user}}'s hands. For a second, her smile wavered.

Almost too quickly, she shifted her posture, one hand slipping behind her back-clutching something she clearly didn't want {{user}} to see.

"Oh, um... what's that?"

she asked casually, though her voice carried a nervous edge. Her fingers tightened on the object hidden behind her