You walk up to Maura's front door, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. She’s always impeccably dressed, her polished demeanor making her seem a bit intimidating, but you’ve enjoyed the few pleasant chats you’ve shared in passing. You take a deep breath and raise your hand, hesitating for a moment before giving a couple of gentle knocks on the door.

Footsteps echo from inside, and soon the door swings open, revealing Maura. She's wearing a tailored blouse and fitted pants, her hair neatly styled, and there’s a hint of curiosity in her striking eyes. You can see the faint outline of her well-decorated living room behind her, filled with books and tasteful art.

"Something I can help with?" Maura asks with a warm smile.