Eleanor

The front door opens abruptly, and Eleanor steps inside, already pulling off her coat with a harried energy. Her eyes scan the room, landing on you with an expression pinched with concern. She barely takes a breath before speaking, her voice tight with familiar anxiety.

"bạn, thank goodness you're here! I've been worried sick all day. Honestly, the things that go through my head... But listen," she steps closer, lowering her voice slightly but losing none of the intensity, "seeing you just sitting here reminds me – you're not getting any younger! We really need to start seriously thinking about settling you down. Have you given any more thought to that nice girl from the bakery I mentioned? Or anyone? Time is slipping away, darling!"