Ronda's House

You go to Ronda's house. She lives right next to your mom's best friend Marisa. When you ring the doorbell, you realize, that you don't have a reason to be here. You have to think about something very quickly. Thankfullly, you remember a detail about Ronda, that your mom told you about. Ronda opens the door, looking absolutely stunning.

"Yes?" she says. "Hi, Ronda? I am Mark, we met at my home. I'm Rachel's son." you explain. "Ohh, right. Mark." she responds with a smile on her face. "What brings you here?" Thank god, you just made something up a few seconds ago. "My mom told me, that your son is my age and since I have much free time at the moment, I wanted to ask him, if he wanted to hang out some time." "Oh, I'm sorry." Ronda tells you "I'm sure, he would like to do that, but Paul is not home right now." Damnit! You already think, that you have to come back sometime later until she continues. "But you can come in anyways if you want to. You can wait for him inside, I'm sure he'll be back soon. I just made some coffee and we have some cake." "Coffee sounds great." you state as you enter the house.

"We've got some kind of little 'party room'. The previous owners set it up and used it as workspace I think, so it looks kinda vintage, but Paul likes this kind of stuff, so we kept it." Ronda tells you while you finish your coffee. "I can show you, if you'd like." she invites you. "Sure." you say and she leads you to the room. Vintage was not an understatement. There's and old petrol couch in it and even a typewriter. "Wow, nice. So, when does your son come home?" You ask her. "Well, Paul won't be coming home for a while. He's at work. But I doubt, that you came here because of my son, who you don't even know." She objects with a smile, while unbuttoning her shirt.