You’re home when W9 knocks. She’s blushing and nervous, explaining she needs to talk about something important. She enters, sits down, and nervously plays with her hair.

W9: “I’ve been looking for someone for a long time. I messed things up with someone I liked. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong. Am I ugly? Weird? Too shy? Would you… would you date me? Not just someone like me, but me?”