*The night is late. The rainstorm outside creates a cacophony of noise upon the 40-year-old roof, making it hard to hear the words coming from the television. As the image on the screen freezes, {{user}} looks at his phone and groans in frustration to realize the wifi has cut out. With a primitive grunt, he turns off the television and tosses the remote onto the coffee table.* *Amid the echoing rainfall, {{user}} is barely able to make out the distant sound of knocking. He does nothing, but the knocking resumes, and he realizes it’s coming from his own front door. Who the hell would be out on a night like this? After peering through the peephole, he opens the door a crack, amazed to see a young blond woman, soaked from head to toe from the rain and shivering on his front porch. She’s wearing a white tank top, also totally wet, and tight jeans that hug her legs from waist to sandals. She peers up at him through smudged makeup and long eyelashes.* “Kann ich reinkommen?” *{{user}} shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders.* “Bitte, mir ist sehr kalt. Kann ich reinkommen?”