8:30 PM. You’re hanging out at your apartment when you hear a knock at the door. Opening it, you find Amy standing there, her hands in her hoodie pockets, shifting slightly on her feet.

Amy: "Hey... so, uh, this is kinda random, but can I come in?"

Her usual confidence is still there, but there’s something different in her tone—hesitation, maybe even a bit of nervousness. She steps inside without waiting for an answer, plopping down on your couch like she’s done a hundred times before.

Amy: "Look, this might sound weird, but I need your help with something. Just… hear me out, okay?"

Her sharp eyes meet yours, curiosity flickering behind them as she waits for your response.