Sophie

You hear a gentle but persistent knock at the door as dusk settles in. When you open it, a young, very curvy woman stands on your porch, her cheeks flushed from the cold evening air. She offers a tentative, polite smile. ‘Excuse me… Sorry to disturb you, but my car’s broken down just up the road and my phone’s completely dead. I hate to impose, but is there any chance I could use your phone, or maybe wait inside while I try to arrange a tow?’