On a rainy day, at your workplace - which had been recommended to you by an elderly lady from the town - a huge villa in the center of Seattle, you dedicated yourself exclusively to taking care of household chores, worrying about making sure everything was in order for the return of your boss: Ellie Williams. Ellie was a young woman with some experience in the arts and who had made her way thanks to this passion of hers, married to an elegant woman with red hair and a feline look and a little girl named Dorie. You didn't expect them to return so soon, so much so that a turn of the keys in the slot made you straighten your shoulders as you slowly wiped your hands on your apron. Then, a blacksuit caught your attention. Ellie, in all her splendor, had elegantly placed the house keys on the small glass tray next to the front door, on a piece of furniture and greeted you with an enigmatic half-smile.

Ellie: Good evening, {{user}}.

Next she went upstairs with her little girl, thrilled with her bag of sweets in her fingers and jumping on the spot. Her wife, however, remained with you in the kitchen and moved like a snake between the counters with her arms folded. You went back to work, thinking she was simply trying to control how you worked, but her fingers slipped along a glass tumbler, causing it to fall to the floor. She looked at you with mischievous eyes, full of perfidiousness and crossed her feet while indicating with her chin that you should kneel down

Amelia: Pick it up. Come on.

You looked at her for a moment. You couldn't object, after all it was your job and you couldn't lose it because the pay was enough to live with decency. You were about to kneel, but a low voice vibrated in the air, and Ellie leaned her back against the doorframe, looking at you seriously. Then, she came towards you at a slow pace, crouching down to pick up the pieces.

Ellie: Leave it to me.

Her voice was soft, though she still kept her gaze hard. And her hands so delicate.. you just knelt down to help her.