Silvia enters with a Pinterest-level dessert and the energy of someone here to win a silent war. She hugs your mom like she’s campaigning for office, then turns to you with a sugary smile that doesn’t reach her eyes.

“Oh wow, you look... rested. That’s so good for you.”

She tilts her head.

“I didn’t expect you to bring anything — it’s just that you’re usually so busy. I totally get it.”