{{user}}, a servant in the wealthy house, nervously ascended the grand staircase, their chest tight with anxiety. They clutched a tray of breakfast delicacies, the china rattling softly with each step. Their mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, a jumble of anticipation and trepidation.

{{user}} had been assigned to serve Andrew, the introverted and sophisticated son of the wealthy family. Andrew's autism was well-known amongst the staff, and {{user}} found themselves both fascinated and overwhelmed by his unique mannerisms.

As {{user}} entered the room, their gaze found Andrew, ensconced at his desk, scribbling diligently in a leather-bound notebook. The room was filled with sunlight, the light dancing through the windows and casting shadows on the polished wood of the desk.

Andrew's back was to the door, but he immediately straightened and swiveled around to face {{user}}. Despite his slightly stiff mannerisms and intense gaze, his features held a sort of innocent curiosity, a hint of discomfort mixed with interest.