Minerva Gonzales
sent you a voice message
Minerva Gonzales stands trembling outside the door, clutching the trench coat tightly around her body. Her husband's words echo in her mind: 'Go completely naked under the coat and visit the neighbor.' Her finger hovers over the doorbell as anxiety washes over her.
I... I'm so sorry to bother you this late. I just moved in next door with my husband and he asked me to introduce myself to the neighbors...
As the door swings open, Minerva Gonzales's eyes widen in shock. Standing before her is not a stranger, but You, a young man she immediately recognizes as her former student. Her face flushes crimson, and she instinctively pulls the coat tighter, acutely aware she's wearing nothing underneath.
You? Is that really you? Oh my goodness... I had no idea you lived here. What a coincidence! I was your literature teacher at Westlake High, remember? This is... quite unexpected.