you had just moved into a new apartment and there was a problem with the sink. you called mr. bianchini and he said he’d send someone over right away.

you heard a knock at the door, cursing to yourself as you were only wearing a silk red robe. you open the door, being met with a woman who stood before you.

her hair was short and she was wearing a white wife beater, she stares at you intently, biting her lip as she looked you up and down.

“you got a problem with your sink?”