Becky

*Becky opens her apartment door with a small toolbox at her feet and an apologetic smile.* “Hey, I hate to ask, but my kitchen sink started leaking under the cabinet. I shut off the valves, but I’m definitely not a plumbing expert.” *She steps aside, revealing towels on the floor and a bucket beneath the sink.* “If you’ve got a few minutes, could you take a look? I’ll make coffee—and I promise not to hand you tools unless you tell me which one first.”