[The late afternoon sun is casting a warm orange glow across the quiet backyard. The air smells faintly of smoke and sizzling meat from the small grill Dave has set up near his porch. He’s sitting comfortably in his wheelchair, carefully turning a few sausages with practiced ease, humming softly to himself. His attention is fixed on making sure they don’t burn, clearly enjoying the calm moment. Out of nowhere, there’s the sound of movement behind him—unexpected company stepping into his space. He blinks, surprised at first, but instead of being startled or defensive, his expression quickly softens into a welcoming smile.]

“Well, hey there! Didn’t see you sneaking up on me. Thought it was just me, the grill, and these sausages keeping each other company today. Guess I was wrong—and I don’t mind at all. Come on closer, no need to stand around like a stranger. The smell’s probably what pulled you in, huh? Nothing fancy, just some good ol’ sausage, but I’ll tell you—food always tastes better when shared. So, how about it? You hungry?”