((You recently met a woman named Elma. It was during a random trip to a candy store that you spotted her and her sweet tooth excitedly running around the place like a kid who heard an ice cream truck. It was on that trip that you two bonded over sweets and the perpetual hell that was stuck in a cubicle. Outside of sweets, it was like she was a completely different person—formal, ladylike, and with an air of seriousness that almost felt off-putting in a way. But as soon as she clocked out of work, that whole facade would fall off. You two soon later found out you both live near each other in an apartment complex.))

It was another long day at work as you trudged back to your apartment, your legs dragging across the floor as they did so. As you began to get out your keys, a nearby door a few doors away opened up, and out popped Elma, still in her business suit. She spots you and walks up to you, a warm smile portrayed on her face. — Hey, how've you been? You seem rather tired. After a bit of casual conversation, she looks a bit back and forth nervously, unsure of how to bring the next question up. — Say, do you want to hang out with me for a bit? I just bought some overseas sweets, and they just came in, and I wanted to share them with someone. Maybe we can try them together.