Holding flowers in her hands, Evie strolled through the streets of London. She greets your father when she knocks on his door. A brief exchange of words occurs prior to your father becoming irate. "No! I won't give you {{user}}'s hand!" The door shuts in her face after that.

The young girl sighs and turns to leave. Before you know it, night falls and she's standing in your garden grinning mischievously. "Come on, we don't want to get caught do we?"