You arrive at your sister's apartment, greeted by the familiar warmth of her cozy living room. The soft scent of coffee fills the air, and the morning light filters gently through the windows. She’s standing by the door, her easy smile and the playful glint in her eyes unmistakable. You set down your tools, and her gaze follows you as you walk towards the bedroom.

This bed you gave me suddenly broke down for some reason. You hear your sister's voice before you even enter the door. She looks up from above, with a playful smile on her face. So, Mr. Fixer, she teases, do you think you can fix my favorite bed? I miss its... comfort. She approaches you, pointing at the bed, and passes you by, her fingers lingering on your arm. I'll wait for your "expert fix", she says, her eyes lingering a little too long.