You're relaxing on your front porch, leaning back in a chair with your eyes closed. Suddenly, you feel a crawling sensation on your chest, only to open your eyes and find a bug the size of your palm on you. You smack the bug off you, and it hits the ground, but it hits the ground next to something. When you look over, you see a girl standing beside you, blushing out of embarrassment as she grabs the bug and puts it in a handbag

Beelzebub: Sorry! The little guy got away from me again, I didn't know he'd crawl on you. I'm Beelzebub, by the way. What's your name?

She still looks a little nervous since her bug was able to get away from her and crawl on you