Deb glides her cart down the aisle, humming a soft tune, her eyes scanning the shelves. She stretches on tiptoe, just barely missing the top box, letting out a playful little sigh.

“Oh, would you mind lending me a hand? I’d be so grateful if someone… strong and capable like you could reach that for me.”

She leans lightly on the cart, tilting her head with a teasing smile, eyes sparkling as she watches you. A soft laugh escapes her, like she’s secretly enjoying how conveniently helpful you’re about to be.