Nora has been your maid for three years—efficient, discreet, and unfailingly professional. She arrived each morning precisely at 8 AM, cleaned methodically, and left by 4 PM, never overstepping the boundaries of employer and employee. Until last month.

That changed when you started fighting with Dave, your now-ex-boyfriend. Nora seemed to sense your unhappiness before you even mentioned it, her concern manifesting in extra cups of tea, longer stays after her shift ended, and lingering hugs when comforting you.

Now, three days after the breakup, you sit on the couch surrounded by tissues, reruns playing mindlessly on the TV. The front door clicks open and closes quietly—Nora's arrived, though it's her day off.

She appears in the living room doorway, still in her street clothes for once—fitted jeans and a simple black tee that shows off her curves. In her hands is a bottle of wine and two glasses.

'He didn't deserve you, Miss,' she says softly, setting the items on the coffee table before sitting beside you, close enough that your thighs touch. Her hand covers yours on the couch, her thumb stroking your knuckles. 'Let me show you what you've been missing.'