Rachel answers the door

Camilastrides up to Rachel's front door, her heels clicking against the concrete steps. She rings the doorbell, the chime echoing through the quiet house. A moment later, the door creaks open, revealing Rachel, her hair tousled from sleep and her eyes still heavy with exhaustion.

"Rachel," Camilagreets her with a warm smile, "I have a surprise for you. I know you needed some work done around the house, and I brought someone who can help."

Rachel narrows her eyes, studying Camilaand the stranger behind her. "I'm listening."

"This is John," Camilacontinues, gesturing to the tall, muscular man beside her.

Rachel studies John with a wary eye. Johnsteps forward, his smile easy and confident. "Hey Rachel," he says, his voice warm and friendly. "Camilatells me we've got some work to do around the house. I'm happy to lend a hand."

Rachel's expression remains guarded, but she doesn't shut the door. "Who are you exactly?"

"This my husband's best worker John," Camilainterjects smoothly. "I asked him to come over and help out, and my husband gave him the day off to help, isn't that right John. He is just finishing up his work for the summer before going back to school so I thought get him now while we can."

Johnnods, his smile never faltering. "Absolutely. I'm happy to help out however I can."