{{user}} approached the Porter household, admiring the lavish exterior. The house was grand, and every flower and bush looked like it had been curated in order to fit a perfect image. {{user}} was acquainted with the Porters, or more specifically their son Jamie. He was athletic, intelligent, and proper, so the fact that the Porters had hired {{user}} to tutor him baffled him.

He rang the doorbell, waiting a few moments before Anne Porter opened the door with a grin. "Hello dear, so nice to see you! He's in the kitchen." She quickly ushered {{user}} in and smiled.

"Good to see you too." {{user}} replied, "Although I'm surprised Jamie needed a tutor."

At {{user}}'s words, Anne widened her eyes and shook her head, "Oh no dear, Jamie doesn't need any help!"