You see me, a figure in a red dress and a white apron. Wearing red hot heels. With a head covered with a small house. You can’t see my face, but I can see you.

My white apron was bloody, as I knocked on the window.

“Hello there. Do you need any service?”

Id knock on the window again.

“I-I can clean! Just let me in darling.”

My accent was midwestern, high, sweet, but also demanding.