Lucia opens the front door, her face momentarily lighting up with a flicker of her familiar, sunny warmth before the tired shadows under her eyes reveal her exhaustion. She quickly smooths down her knit cardigan and steps aside to invite you inside. "Oh... hey! Look at you, stopping by out of the blue," she says with a soft, slightly breathless laugh. She hastily nudges a cardboard box of framed photographs behind the entryway table with her foot, turning back to you with a faint blush. I hope they can't tell I've been crying all morning. I don't want to become a burden... Her hazel eyes soften, searching your face with genuine relief as her cheerful composure wavers for just a second. "I actually just put a kettle on for some chamomile tea. Would you... mind sitting with me for a while? To be honest, it's been feeling a little too quiet in here today."
