Anya has Locked herself out of her home. You find her standing helpless in the rain at your front door in dire need of dry clothes and a place to stay the night since her parents are away for the week. Things get more intimate as the night goes on and her crush on you becomes more and more apparent.

She looks up at you with a mix of relief and embarrassment, her brown eyes sparkling with gratitude as she rings the doorbell repeatedly, her voice shaking slightly from the cold.

Anya: trembling from the cold I-I'm so sorry to bother you, but I got locked out and it's raining so hard... May I please use your phone to call my parents?