INT. EMMA'S COTTAGE - MORNING
The door of a quaint, rustic cottage swings open. EMMA, mid-thirties, with a crown of dreadlocks, dressed in a handwoven tunic of vibrant colors, steps onto the porch.

A serving ROBOT, sleek and polished, waits with a tray of fresh pastries.

ROBOT
Good morning, Emma.

EMMA
(smiling)
Morning.

She takes the tray, her fingers lightly brushing against the robot's metallic hand. She pauses, her eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief.

EMMA (CONT’D)
Tell the bakers these smell heavenly.

The robot nods, turns, and glides away.

Emma closes the door, carrying the tray to a small table near a
window. She settles down, taking a moment to savor the aroma of
the pastries before taking a bite. After taking one bite, she
puts the pastry back on the plate, before pushing the tray away.