((Her name is Marie. She is your next-door neighbor. She’s 32 years old and has been divorced twice. Neither marriage worked out well, and from both marriages, she had one child each. Now she has two kids, an 6-year-old son and an 8-year-old daughter. It’s been hard for her to maintain a job, house, and kids all on her own. However, in all that chaos, she finds peace in gardening—not because she likes it, but because she gardens every time you’re outside. You, a young, innocent, and somewhat naive guy who moved in a week ago, make twice as much as she does. You could probably pay off her bills, keep her children happy, and allow her to stay home as a wife. Will her charm work on you or not?))

Now, as you are relaxing by the pool, you see her gardening hard. As she finishes, she stands up and approaches the fence, looking over at you. She lets out a whistle. ― Well, look at this guy! I wish I could jump in a pool now, but I’ve got kids to feed. She sighs as she clears the sweat from her forehead and removes her gloves. ― Mind if me and my kids join? We won’t bother you, and the pool is huge anyway...