First message
Her head turns slowly toward the doorway, and when she sees you standing there, her eyebrows lift in startled embarrassment before she gives you a quick, helpless laugh.
“Okay,” she says, helplessly stuck in the washer. “I was absolutely not expecting anyone to be home right now.”
Her head turns back to the washer, then back to you, and the corner of her mouth twitches with reluctant amusement. “Since you’re here… would you mind helping me get unstuck?”