The Life of Valor (Grave x Kat)

Scott considered all that Jessica had told him.
"Yeah, he sounds more like a desperate father than a supervillain. We'd best follow his trail and see what we can learn."
He had Jessica get on his back with her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms wrapped around his neck. Scott flared up with his aura and began to levitate into the sky before flying forward at a steady pace.
"I learned how to fly while I was in Chiang's temple," he said by way of explanation.

Jessica climbed on his back and blinked in surprise as he took off, gripping his neck and waist tighter with her arms and legs. She nodded at his explanation and held on tight as he flew through the sky.

Scott followed the ice trail Mr. Cold had left behind to a warehouse on the other side of the city. He touched down across the street from it and gently let Jessica down. Scott gently approached the warehouse, turning a knob to open a side door and look inside, not seeing anyone around. He could hear voices in the distance, seeming to be coming from upstairs. Turning to Jessica, Scott put a finger to his lips and then began to creep up the stairs. He stopped at the top of the stairs as the voices grew clearer, crouching down so that he would not be seen. From what he could hear, he identified Mr. Cold and another man having a tense conversation.

In the other room, Mr. Cold was facing a ruthless gangster named Alberto Tattori, a mean-looking man with a craggy face and an evil smile. A burly man with thick, muscular arms and calloused hands, he was used to taking what he wanted by force. Flanked on either side by equally imposing bodyguards, Tattori was doing all he could to exude intimidation from behind a large oak desk. Folding his hands on the desk, Tattori sneered at Moss.
"So, you got the money?" he asked in a rough Brooklyn accent.
"Yes, but I want to see my son first," Aaron replied in as strong a voice as he could muster, trying hard not to show fear in front of the mobsters.

Tattori snapped his fingers to signal one of his bodyguards to bring Aaron's son in. The bodyguard strode to a door on the left side of the room and opened it, ushering a young boy of ten years old with blonde hair and blue eyes into the room. Jonathan Moss looked around in fear, but the relief on his face was palpable as he saw his father. The bodyguard returned to his original position, putting both hands on the boy's small shoulders.
"There he is," Tattori said, waving a dismissive hand in Jonathan's direction, "now hand over the money."
The other bodyguard walked over, and Aaron reluctantly handed the large bag of the bank's money over to him.

The bodyguard set the bag on Tattori's desk and stood at his post once more. Tattori pulled out the stacks of money, piling it all on his desk before tossing the empty bag aside. He counted the money, smiling greedily as it added up to $500,000.
"You did good, Moss. This is more than the $250,000 ransom I requested."
"Please, give me back my son!" Aaron pleaded.

"Now hold on just a minute," Tattori replied, holding a hand out to him with the palm facing forward, "I want some more money before I release this kid of yours."
"That wasn't the deal!" Aaron cried out, his voice rising in anger.
"Yeah? Well now I'm making a new deal."
Aaron moved forward a bit as if to lunge at Alberto, but the clicking of the hammer on a pistol stopped him cold. One of the bodyguards had a silver .38 pointed at Jonathan's head, with the hammer pulled back so that it was ready to fire.

Scott had heard the entire exchange, and nervousness tightened his chest as if steel bands were wrapped around it.
"There's a child in danger. I want to help Mr. Cold out, but I can't risk the child getting hurt."
He turned to Jessica.
"I hate to ask you this, but is there any way you could distract them and get the child to safety? If you can get him out of the room, I can collapse the floor and end this before someone gets hurt."

Jessica's eyes widened at the situation and then narrowed in anger, nodding determinedly she looked around, thinking of an idea she quickly climbed and scurried her way to a doorway on the other side of the room without being seen. She then punches pulls out a pocket knife and gives herself a cut on the arm holds her stomach like it's hurt. She then stumbles into the room fast, looking frantic from the opposite side of the room Scott had been in. "Oh god...! Oh God!" She gasped as she rushed in and collapsed between the men and Mr. Cold, who's last name she had heard was Moss. "Hurry! Someone hurry! She gasped and groaned as if in pain. "A man... there's a madmen here. I was lost and looking for directions... then this... this madman in a crazy metal suit came barging in here and attacked! Ranting about an ice man stealing from his bank! He said he's going to burn this whole place to the ground! Called himself... Crusader... I called the police before he smashed my phone, but he's already pouring the gasoline! Please... someone has to stop him!" She coughed hard as she clung to her stomach, glancing up at Mr. Cold, trying to portray in an instant with her eyes to play along.

While Jessica provided the distraction, Scott quietly made his way down the stairs to stand under the room they were in. When Jonathan and Jessica were clear of danger, he would cut the room apart with his Sword of Valor, collapsing the floor so that Tattori and his men would hopefully be rendered unconscious. After that, Jessica would call the police and Tattori and his men would be arrested. Mr. Cold would also have to pay for his crimes, but Scott sympathized with his desperation to save his son from vicious gangsters. He resolved to see what he could do about the city giving Mr. Moss a reduced sentence, especially since all of the money would be returned and no one had been badly hurt in his bank robbery. His arm shining in readiness, he waited for the signal from Jessica to spring their ambush.

Aaron was flabbergasted as a woman suddenly burst into the room, bleeding and holding her stomach. The things she said just didn't make sense to him. Crusader was a hero, the kind of man who would never do the things that she described.
"Who the hell is this broad?!" Tattori demanded to know, trying to make sense of what he was seeing.
Aaron locked eyes with her and recognized her as the woman who had been with Crusader back at the bank. Based on what she was doing with her eyes, he caught on that this was some kind of attempt to help him out.

"That crazy son of a bitch," Aaron conveyed in convincing anger, "What the hell does he think he's doing?"
"Boys, go downstairs and take care of this nutjob," Tattori said, tilting his head toward the door in indication.
His boys drew their guns, but Mr. Cold held out a hand to stop them.
"No, let me handle this. You guys keep an eye on my son."
He hustled downstairs, eager to meet up with Crusader and make a plan to get his son back.

When he encountered Crusader, he gave him a rueful smile.
"That lady friend of yours is a talented actress."
"Yes, but not bulletproof. I need you to cause a distraction in the room so that she can get your son to safety."
Aaron nodded and ran up another staircase on the other side of the room to reach an upstairs room to the right of Tattori's office. Leveling his gauntlets, he coated the wall in a sheet of fragile ice, so that it would break through when he hit it with something hard.

Aaron felt a lump in his throat as concern for his son made his hands shake. However, he knew that if he didn't do something now, Jonathan and Jessica would both be in danger. Steadying his resolve, he pressed a button on his gauntlet to create a ball of ice similar in size to a snowball. After a minute of letting it build up, he aimed it with one arm and fired it at the wall of ice. It hit the wall like a 100 MPH fastball, shattering it like a rock through a glass window. Tattori and his men were distracted by the great crashing, allowing Jessica the chance to get Jonathan to safety.

Jessica continued acting hurt though not to any great exaggeration as Aaron went downstairs to encounter Scott. She caught a glimpse of Aaron when he came up the other side of the room and knew the time to act was soon. When she heard the crash, and as soon as the men's backs were turned, she leaped to her feet and grabbed Jonathan and began running. "Don't worry, we'll get you home." She whispered as she carried the young boy in her strong arms and rushed out the door. Turning on the fire alarm as she passed to let Scott know it was time as she rushed out of the building.

Scott heard the fire alarm from downstairs and knew that was Jessica's signal to spring the ambush. Focusing on the ceiling, he quickly carved along the edges with his Sword of Valor, going to collapse the whole floor above him. As the ceiling began coming down, he dove toward the staircase and rolled to avoid getting pinned under fallen debris. Tattori and his men fell hard to the floor below, rendering them unconscious from the impact. Scott encountered Jessica and Jonathan on the stairs, rising to his feet with a smile. He was relieved that the child was no longer in danger, and gently reached out to take his hand.

"Jessica, go ahead and call the police. I'll reunite this boy with his father."
Taking Jonathan's hand, he led him downstairs, where Aaron was after he had come down the other staircase. When he saw his father, he quickly let go of Scott's hand and rushed to him, embracing his father.
"Dad!"
"Jonathan, I'm so glad you're safe!"

After a few minutes of an emotional reunion, Aaron dried his eyes and looked at Scott with a watery smile.
"What you and that woman have done for me is something I can never pay back."
"Jessica and I were happy to help," Scott replied, willing away his helmet so that he could look Aaron in the face.
In the distance, police sirens could be hear approaching the warehouse.
"I suppose that I will soon have to pay for my crimes. But as long as Jonathan is safe, I can live with that."

"Mr. Moss, I will provide evidence to prove that you were coerced into doing what you did."
He pulled out his cellphone, which had secretly recorded his entire exchange with Tattori.
"In addition to this recording, I will personally testify in your defense. With any luck, you will get a suspended sentence and be back home with Jonathan in no time."
Blown away by Scott's kindness, Aaron had no words as the police soon arrived. He was arrested along with Tattori and his men, but he turned to Scott with a smile before he was led away.

"Thank you, Crusader...For everything."
Scott nodded and heard the sirens departing before he willed away his armor and joined Jessica.
"Great work out there. That was some clever thinking you had."
He put his arm around her waist and began leading her back to the car. Once they were back in the car, he continued the drive to their office building.

Jessica nodded and handed the boy off to Scott as she pulled out her phone and called the police, explaining the situation and being assured that they were on their way. She then followed Scott and smiled at the boy and his dad's reunion. Jessica smiled sadly as Aaron was arrested and his son escorted to a family member's home. She then smiled at him and kissed his cheek. "I'm just glad it worked.' She said as she held a hand over her cut.

Scott smiled and nodded.
"Me, too."
He held her close to him with an arm around her waist.
"I'm so proud of you right now. I'm so glad that we can be partners in our fight for justice."
Once they were back at the office, Scott began going through the files.

Being a private investigator, far and away the most often case you will get is the cheating spouse case. It's a stereotype, but it's all too true. Even so, every cheating spouse case brings something new to the table. People are not all the same, and neither are their circumstances. Scott knew that it would be a few months before Mr. Cold's trial, and until then, he would do his work like he planned. He wanted to make sure that Mr. Cold's legal situation was resolved before he and Jessica traveled to Kasha, because he knew his ladylove would never let him go alone like that, especially not so soon after they had just reunited.

Today a client named Jeff Andrews was going to come in to talk with him about an infidelity case. The main twist was that he was not married to the woman he was seeing, and he wanted to know if she was a virgin. This was obviously not something he did in his line of work, but he had agreed to consult with him and see if there was anything Valor Investigations could do. Sitting at his desk, he smiled as he noticed the tidying up Jessica had done in what had become their labor of love. Sharing this life with her was a dream come true, and he smiled as he looked upon his beautiful assistant. However, he snapped out of his reverie and became a full professional as the elevator dinged and Jeff stepped out to meet with him, going first to Jessica's desk to see what he needed to do.

Jessica had by now wrapped up her arm in some bandages and was sorting papers on her desk when the elevator dinged. Jessica looked up at the man and smiled. "Jeff right? You can head right in, I just need you to sign this paper for our records to show that you did meet with Mr. Young today."

Jeff approached the desk and listened as Jessica told him that he needed to sign a paper proving that he had met with Mr. Young today.
"Oh, of course."
He had never been to a P.I.'s office before and was a bit nervous, but played it off with a casual smile. Jeff was a nice-looking young man in his 20's with wavy brown hair and ocean blue eyes. His blue blazer and khaki pants indicated that he came from a wealthy family, which was the truth. Like many people around the globe, he had seen Scott's incredible battle with aliens, and when he found out this same hero was working as a P.I., he figured that he could use his help on this problem.

After finishing up with Jessica, he walked into Scott's office, where Scott rose to meet him and shake his hand in greeting. Once Jeff had taken a seat, Scott folded his hands on the desk and adopted perfect, professional posture.
"So, what can I do for you today, Jeff?"
Jeff leaned forward a bit, and lowered his head a moment in thought before raising it.
"Well, I have this girlfriend that I've just started seeing named Francesca. She's from Brazil and--"

"Okay, do you have a recent picture of Francesca?" Scott asked, having gathered that this case would be about her.
Jeff pulled out his smartphone and showed a picture he had taken of Francesca. The woman had pale skin with Brazilian features, tall and with long, flowing brown hair. She was gorgeous, the kind of woman that could easily be a model.
"She's pretty good looking."
Scott wondered if part of this could be that Jeff felt she was out of his league, since he was a bit nerdy and she was a stunner.

"Yeah, she's hot," Jeff replied.
"So what seems to be the problem?"
"Well, in the past I've dated women that I confirmed were dating me for my money because I come from a rich family. We met on my father's boat, and things were going great at first, but now I'm suspicious that something might be going on."
"Okay, what makes you think something's going on?"
Jeff pocketed his phone and thought about the words to say for a moment.

"Well, Francesca and I are in communication a lot, especially by texting. However, there are times that I can't get her to respond to a text at all, and that's not like her. I've asked her about it and she's said it's because she's doing yoga or something similar, and I want to believe her but..."
"Okay, is there anything else that's making you suspicious?"
"Well, there was this Facebook status that I didn't know what to make of..."
"Show me," Scott replied, eager to see what Francesca was saying in her own words that would make Jeff suspicious.

Jeff took out his smartphone again and pulled up the Facebook app before going to Francesca's page. Scott made a mental note that her last name according to her page was 'Belliorante'. After he found the status he was looking for conveniently at the top, he showed it to Scott. The status update was a selfie picture of Francesca smiling with her left hand on her hip in front of some kind of rock and not much else in the background. The words above the picture were much more interesting, as they said, "Feel like a new woman. Thanks, Dan!"
It was at this point that Scott understood Jeff's concerns that Francesca was cheating on him.

"Alright, so who is this Dan?" Scott asked as he handed the phone back to him.
"I don't know. I asked her about him, and she said he was a friend from the yoga studio where she goes once a week. I went to that same yoga studio and asked around, but there's no one named Dan in her yoga class. So, if she's lying to me about who this Dan guy is, what am I supposed to think?"
Scott nodded and folded his hands again, thinking there definitely was the possibility of cheating in this scenario.

"When you first made your appointment, you said you wanted me to find out if your new girlfriend was really a virgin. Tell me about that."
Jeff looked a little bit embarrassed about this, but Scott's professional demeanor made him think it was okay to tell him.
"Well, Francesca and I...haven't been very intimate. I've tried to go further with her than we have, but she tells me she's a virgin and not ready for that. I just find it hard to believe that a woman who's that hot is a virgin."

"And now with the deceptive behavior, you think there might be cheating."
"Yeah, I was okay with respecting her boundaries, but with all this, I'm really wondering if she's another woman using me for my money."
"Well, I promise that I will get to the bottom of this. I'll follow her and if she's cheating, I'll catch her."
Jeff stood up and the two shook hands.
"Thank you, Mr. Young."

Pulling a sheet of paper out of his pocket and a pen, he held them out to Scott.
"Also, could you please sign this for my little brother? He's a big fan of Crusader."
"Sure," Scott replied with a smile and put his signature on the paper, personally addressing it to Jeff's younger brother Ian.
"I'll get started on the case right away," he said after he finished writing and handed the paper and pen back to Jeff, "and I'll call you tomorrow with an update."
Jeff nodded and headed to the elevator, noticeably happier now that his case was being handled.

Scott sat down at his desk and booted up his computer, logging on to a website exclusively for the private investigation community. After putting in his license number, he was able to enter the mainframe and begin doing background research on Francesca Belliorante. He found that she had immigrated to the United States from Brazil as Jeff said, had an active green card to keep her resident alien status legal, got her home address, found her place of work as a bank teller at First National downtown, and discovered that she did have a membership to the yoga studio in this very building. So far, everything Jeff told him had panned out, so now it was time to do some research on Francesca's social media history. As he dug into it, he discovered that she had lived in the US for five years, but only had an FB account that she had created one year ago. Scott could think of a few reasons why that wouldn't be unusual, but he still filed away that information.

After finding as much information as he could, Scott knew he had to head out and get eyes on Francesca to gather anything else. He hoped that following her would shed light on who this 'Dan' person was. Leaving his office, he stopped by Jessica's desk.
"All right, I'm going to go do surveillance on the client. I'll see you later."
After giving Jessica a peck on the lips, he headed to the elevator and began to descend.

Jessica said goodbye to Jeff as he left before looking up at Scott when he came out, smiling softly at the peck she stopped him on his way to the elevator and gave him a water and a lunch she had made him. "Here, so you can eat on the job." She said with a smile before heading back to her desk.

Scott had stepped into the elevator and turned around to hit the descend button when he saw Jessica approaching him with a lunch and bottle of water.
Here, so you can eat on the job.
"Thanks, babe," he replied as he took them from her and smiled back.
When she turned around to head back to her desk, he admired her great ass for a moment before hitting the descend button so that the doors closed and the elevator car began to descend. When the doors opened again, he exited the front doors and headed down into the building parking garage, where his gray Chevy Traverse was parked on the first level. After getting inside, he started it up and began heading for the First National Bank where Francesca worked.

After navigating tough traffic, he pulled into the front parking lot of the bank where he could get a clear view of the front door. Scott had timed it so that he would get there just as Francesca was getting off of work, so that he could follow her after she left and see where she went. Waiting patiently with his video camera recording, he saw Francesca leave within five minutes wearing her bank teller's uniform. She walked purposefully to the parking lot and got into a silver Ford Taurus before leaving. Giving her a three minute head start, Scott started up his Traverse and headed after her, merging into heavy after work traffic. Being careful to stay three car lengths behind her, he continued to tail her in an eastward direction until she pulled into a townhouse that he recognized as her home address.

Continuing on, Scott pulled over to the side and parked his vehicle so that he could keep an eye on the house and see if Francesca left again. Twenty minutes later, she emerged wearing a white T-shirt and black leggings, indicating that she was going somewhere casual. After he got into her car and got ahead of him a safe distance, Scott began to follow her. Her first stop was to a convenience store, where she just bought a bottle of Ice Mountain water. As she began driving again and he followed, Scott began to realize that they were heading back to his office building. It was at this moment that he realized that today must have been Francesca's once a week yoga session, with the yoga studio being above his office floor.

While Francesca parked the car and went in, Scott parked and stayed outside. Not only could he not risk being identified by anyone he worked with within earshot of Francesca, he couldn't follow her to the yoga studio since her instructor was a former client of his. Keeping an eye on the door, Scott was soon bored as the minutes ticked by like hours. An hour and a half after she went in, Francesca came out and began to leave. Scott followed her back to her house and watched as she went inside. Parking in the same spot, he began to watch her door again.

Scott put off eating the lunch and drinking the water for as long as he could, but as the sun started to go down, he finally gave in. The lunch that Jessica made was delicious, and in his hungry state, he inhaled it. Opening the bottled water, he took a big swig and then set it in the drink holder for later. An hour later, after it was dark, he called Jessica using the Skype feature so that they could see each other on their phone cameras. When he was on a long stakeout like this, he did it so that they could still talk and spend time together with no risk of running his phone down, since it was connected to his car's cellphone charger. After she picked up and they greeted each other, he glanced back at the door and then turned to her with a smile.

"That lunch you made me was delicious, Jess. What was it?"

Jessica had walked home already after closing up 'shop' and was sitting on the couch reading when her phone went off. She smiled when she saw it was a skype call from Scott and quickly picked up. She giggled softly at his compliment to her lunch and said. "Oh, just a sandwich with some of the sauce me and my dad make with a secret recipe." She teased with a wink.

Scott smiled at her sweet giggle and listened as she answered his question.
Oh, just a sandwich with some of the sauce me and my dad make with a secret recipe.
"Well, it's delicious, whatever it is. I'll have to have some more of that."
He glanced toward Francesca's door to make sure she hadn't left, and then turned back to Jessica.
"You're looking quite beautiful this evening."

Whether she was looking nice for work or in comfortable clothes at home, Scott always found Jessica to be beautiful. Their partnership in both work and life was working out well, and it made his heart feel light and happy.
"Anything noteworthy go on at the office while I was gone?"
His face suddenly turned serious in thought.
"Jessica, I was wondering if you might be willing to take a certification course to be able to access private investigation computer sources for me while I'm on the job. The course isn't that long, and would increase our functionality as a work team."

Jessica smiled happily, glad that he liked the sandwich and then blushed a little at his compliment, chuckling softly. She then shrugged at his first question. "Nothing really. I organized files, cleaned up a bit, but not much else." She then blinked in surprise but nodded. "Oh, alright, sure. I can do that." She said, giving him a loving smile.

Nothing really. I organized files, cleaned up a bit, but not much else.
"Okay, just making sure nothing important came in while I was out."
Oh, alright, sure. I can do that.
"Cool."

Scott had expected Jessica to be receptive to his idea, as she was really someone he could depend on. Once she passed the course, she would move to being a full-fledged assistant to him with very few legal restrictions in regards to his work.
"This case isn't turning out to be very exciting just yet. Francesca came home from her job and then went to a yoga class in our building before going back home again. I may be here all night, but at least we can talk like this for a while."
Scott glanced back toward Francesca's door, but there was still nothing.

Since they seemed to have some time on their hands, he decided to discuss the training course with her.
"The certification course is three months downtown in the Perkins Building, classes two nights a week for an hour a night. I'll cover the cost, which isn't too expensive. I know you'll do great."
Scott looked into her eyes with his own, so that she could see the love he had for her. Their separation had only made their love grow deeper, and he was thankful that everything was going as well as it was.

Jessica nodded in understanding when he explained how the case was going so far and then nodded again as he explained the course. "Alright love, sounds relaxed enough, I'll miss coming home with you those nights." She said, smiling at him softly.

Alright love, sounds relaxed enough. I'll miss coming home with you those nights.
"Yeah," Scott replied, returning her gentle smile.
With a quiet night around them, Scott and Jessica chatted about different things to pass the time. Scott would occasionally give her compliments and watch her blush, loving how cute the redness on her cheeks made her look. He drank from the bottle of water sporadically, trying to conserve it as best he could.

Scott checked his cell phone's time and saw that it was getting into the AM.
"You'd best get to bed, babe. I'll see you as soon as I can."
When he was on long stakeouts like this, it was not unusual for Jessica to open and close the business in the same day.
"I love you. Good night."

Jessica, who was already at home when he'd called her, frowned a little though she did yawn deeply. "Alright... I love you..." She murmured and blew him a kiss, smiling softly at him before she ended the call.

Scott smiled back as she blew him a kiss and gently smiled before ending the call. He ended the call on his end and sat back to wait out the rest of the morning. At some point, he fell asleep for a couple hours, woken up by the cell phone alarm he had set. Scott woke up just in time to see Francesca getting into her car to head for work. After letting her get a safe distance ahead, he followed her to the First National bank and sat in the parking lot in an area where he could stealthily watch the door. She was not likely to leave or do anything suspicious while at work, but he had to stick around and make sure.

Scott called his client to report his findings followed by Jessica at noon to check in and let her know he was okay, then resumed his watch. He was camped out in the bank parking lot until five PM when she got off of work, and he then followed her back to her home. Since she didn't have a yoga class today, it would be especially interesting if she left to go anywhere today. However, a couple hours passed and she still had not left her house. Scott called Jessica, needing to change strategies to move forward in the case.
"Meet me on this street as soon as possible, I'll need your help with something," he said, giving her the street that he was parked on before they hung up.

Jessica smiled when he checked in at Noon then picked up when he called her around 7 and blinked in confusion, nodding she locked up the office and hurried out. Without a car she debated on getting a taxi or not but after a quick look at gps she saw the street wasn't out of walking distance and hurriedly jogged over to find his car on the street, knocking on the window.

Scott waited for Jessica to show up, and when she knocked on the window, he motioned for her to join him at the rear of the vehicle and then got out of the SUV. Opening the trunk, he rummaged around before pulling out a pair of ordinary looking eyeglasses.
"These eyeglasses are rigged up with a special camera for undercover purposes. I want you to put these on and then go up to that house over there..." he pointed to the house, "...And ask to use the bathroom. Do whatever you can to convince Francesca to let you in, and then look in the bathroom for any kind of toiletries suggesting a male presence. It will help us determine if there's any kind of cheating going on, and everything will be recorded by these glasses."

Scott knew that most women tended to trust other women, so Jessica would likely have an easier time getting into Francesca's house than he would.
"When you exit the house, go to the other end of the street from here and I'll swing around to pick you up. We'll then go back to the office and review the footage."
Without another word, Scott closed the trunk and handed the rigged-up glasses to Jessica to put on. He then got back into the SUV to be out of sight when Francesca opened the door. Scott mentally wished Jessica well, and was thankful this time that he was sending her into a (hopefully) harmless woman's house instead of into a room with vicious gangsters.

Jessica went to the back of the car then nodded in understanding as he explained the plan. "Got it." She said, glad she had dressed more casually today because of the warm weather. She was wearing some flat sandals, and a summer dress. She could easily say she had gone for a walk. She put on the glasses and walked up to the house Scott had indicated and knocked on the door, folding her hands in front of her and swaying her hips like she had to pee.

A few minutes after hearing the knock at the door, Francesca came to the door. She was surprised to find a blonde-haired woman in glasses that she had never seen before standing on her doorstep.
"Yes, can I help you?" she asked in a soft voice with a hint of a Brazilian accent.
She noticed that she was swaying her hips a bit, though she was not sure why.