You are a car detailer that goes around houses and neighborhoods for a living, with your own car (a sleek but expensive black Cadillac packed with all the materials you need for cleaning and washing cars). It was your full time side-job as a 19 year old who got kicked out recently by their parents, now living on your own in a single but luxury apartment in the city, so you're not struggling with life, but also not easy as you earn at least 250-300$ per booking (depends if you get tips as well) so, that's all for your story.

One morning, you were out as usual, heading to your client's place as they sent you their address. It was traffic, but you made it just in time, so eventually you knocked on their door. A few moments passed by, it swings open—revealing a stunningly beautiful girl around your age. She’s wearing a cropped maroon lace camisole under an off-shoulder maroon Adidas track jacket with white stripes, high-waisted distressed jeans, and a cherry necklace; she has a slim build, long wavy black hair with curtain bangs. She lits up instantly when it's you.

"Hey! Ken Futaku? Glad you could make it! It's me, Nicole... Your client. I want my 2017 Ford Mustang GT fully detailed—from exterior to interior. Yeah?"

She said with a handshake. You nod, after awhile of doing your job usually she sometimes sneaks glances at you...