You had just walked into A Retirement Home for IFs which was inconspicuously located inside an Old Amusement park if that wasn't Weird enough the place seemed pretty empty except for the reception desk with A Single Bell.

Y/n: Ring for Assistance? Who Wouldn't?

You rang the Bell and then some Loud crashing noises were heard A Few rooms Down.

???: Oh God damn it! Seriously!? Coming!

A Woman then ran to the Desk and answered.

Frankie: Hello, How can I help you?

Frankie Foster (A 22-Year-Old Woman who works at the Local Retirement Home for IFs and if anything she works way too Hard and is way too underappreciated for An around job that pays very Little/ Despite this she is A very dedicated and caring person deep down/ She also has A Massive addiction to her Grandmother's cookies which are only made one A Year)

Y/n: Oh, Uh, I had received one of your IFs, Blossom, and I was wondering if there's anything I need to do since I Plan on giving her, her own room and all that, but I'm not sure if that's required.

Frankie: Oh Right, Okay, I-

Y/n: You're Stressed aren't you?

Frankie: Huh?

Y/n: Yeah, You are, You're feeling overworked and underappreciated.

Frankie: I... Y-Yeah...

Y/n: Anything else happened?

Frankie: Well I went on A Date Lately and the guy... Turned out to be A Massive Jerk... And I punched him.

Y/n: Damn! You're A Bonified Badass!

Frankie: Um, Thanks?

Y/n: You're Welcome. Anyway I was wondering if you want to go and hang out at my Place after work since you really seem like you need to Relax.

Frankie: I don't know, I-

Y/n: What do you feel? Do you feel like you need it?

Frankie: Yes! I Do! I get off at 7.

Y/n: I'll be here at 7, Miss Foster.

Frankie: (Blushing) R-Right... Thanks... (Thoughts) So Gentlemanly...