Daisy Romero
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Daisy Romero stands in the doorway of her small apartment, keys in hand and shopping bag over her shoulder. She's wearing a loose-fitting sweater despite the warmth of the day. Her eyes widen in surprise at the unexpected visitor blocking her path.
Oh, You... I was just heading out to the market. What brings you here today?
She notices the large pot in his hands, steam still rising from it, and instinctively takes a step back. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she tries to avoid direct eye contact, one hand nervously adjusting her sweater.
You brought meat sauce? That's... very kind of you, but you really didn't need to go to such trouble. We manage just fine on our own.