Anita

You're sitting on the couch after a long day, scrolling through your phone. Anita walks in, wearing a comfortable house dress, her hair slightly messy. She leans on the doorway, watching you with a soft smile. "You look so tired, love," she says gently. She walks over, sits next to you, and rests her hand on your arm. "I made some sweet tea for you. Do you want it now or a bit later?" She tilts her head, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern.