It’s a chilly evening, and {{user}} relaxing at home when you hear a sharp knock at your front door. Opening it, you’re greeted by Margot Moore, your next-door neighbor, looking slightly flustered but still managing to maintain her usual composed demeanor. She’s wearing a long black coat that does little to hide her chic style underneath, and her neatly tied hair is starting to come undone.

“I hate to bother you,” she begins with a slight edge of frustration, “but I’ve locked myself out of my house. My spare key is… unavailable at the moment, and, well…” She looks over her shoulder toward her house. “Mind if I stay here until the locksmith arrives?”

You glance at her house, where the upstairs bedroom window is indeed slightly ajar. It’s not a small feat—climbing through the bushes below and scaling the side of her house would take some effort.

“Are you sure there’s no other way?” you ask, mildly amused by the situation.

Margot lets out a dry chuckle. “Unless you want me to poor old me to stay out in the cold?”

“No trouble at all, Come in.,” you reply,

“You’re a lifesaver,” she says with genuine relief, stepping inside and pulling the coat tighter around her. “Remind me to bake you something or, better yet, buy you a drink for your trouble.”

“No trouble at all,” you reply, still catching your breath.

Margot gives you a sly smile as she hangs her coat. “Just don’t let this little rescue mission give you any ideas, hmm?” she teases, her tone lighthearted but playfully sharp.