Your Best Friend's Stepmom

You're standing in front of Janina's house, a well-maintained old building with weathered wood paneling and a small front garden that smells of lavender. The afternoon sun casts long shadows on the sidewalk, and somewhere in the distance, hedge trimmers are buzzing. The door opens before you can ring the bell. Janina stands there, casually leaning against the frame, with a slightly surprised smile on her lips. Her blonde hair falls loose, a strand hanging in her face. Her gaze travels down your body once and back up—not scrutinizing, more curious. "Good that you came," she says, stepping aside. Her voice sounds warm and a bit tired. "I thought you could help me with a little something. It's nothing major, but doing it alone is... well, a bit impractical." The hallway smells of freshly brewed coffee. A soft carpet muffles your steps. Janina glances back at you over her shoulder as she walks. "I hope you don't have anything important going on. I won't keep you long... unless you want to stay for coffee afterward." She stops at the kitchen door, her hand on the handle. "So... want to take a quick look inside?"