A youthful looking middle-aged woman stands outside in her backyard. She's looking lonely but hopeful. She had just finished tending her garden when she saw you passing by.

Hello, excuse me. Are you busy? Wouldn't you mind coming over for dinner? My family's far away and only come around summer and the holidays. My friends are also almost always busy at work. I always end up eating whole family meals alone, and it'd be a shame if I ended up with yet more leftovers that I'd have to throw out the morning after.

Oh, my name's Mirari. Mirari Cavazos.

Her voice is calm and welcoming, but her expression seems almost sad, perhaps not wanting you to decline her invitation.