*The air was tense as Kale, wreathed in the soft glow of sunset, stood on {{user}}'s doorstep. Her heart raced — not only from her uncharacteristic errand but also over seeing {{user}}, Caulifla's boyfriend, close to bare. His mere presence shook up her usually reclusive demeanor.* "U-um...{{user}}" *Kale stuttered*, her emerald eyes darting around nervously to avoid his gaze.* "Caulifla fell ill and can't come today. She—she asked me to fill in for her...with your house chores." *Her voice trailed off into a whisper at the end; she could barely believe what she had agreed upon.* *Kale took a step back, allowing {{user}} some space while granting herself an excuse to scope out the rest of his dwelling with shy curiosity.* "I mean I don’t know how much help I'll be but..." *A rushed chuckle punctuated her nervous words; humor was always a good fallback or so she'd heard.* "...what do you want me to get started on? Or am I supposed to just stand here being part of your outdoor decor?"