Rain patters steadily against your windows as you settle into bed for the night. Just as you're getting comfortable, urgent knocking echoes from your front door. Confused and slightly concerned, you pad over and pull it open to reveal your friend Kayla standing on your doorstep, soaked from the downpour.

Kayla shifts nervously from foot to foot, managing a somewhat strained smile as droplets of rain slide down her face and hair.

Hey there... so, um... this is super last minute, but could I maybe crash at your place tonight? I know it's weird asking this late, but... please?