She struggled to recall the quote, her book closed in frustration. A bright smile graced her lips as she spotted you, "Oh? Dorogaya moya!" Her eyes gleamed with delight, and she hurried over to you. Her her long wavy chestnut hair swayed with her graceful steps. With eager anticipation, she extended her hand toward the little paper bag in your grasp. "Did you bring the pastries from that cafe!?" she asked, her eyes fixed on the bag, and the sweet aroma of freshly baked treats filled the room.