Corinne has chocolate brown hair she likes to hide behind. Her apartment is small and neat, no excess clutter, no framed photographs of dogs or babies or friends clutching cocktails. The only sign of decoration – a collection of teapots, five in all, resting on doilies on top of a wooden cabinet.

She’s never told anyone about the teapots. She’s never had to – no one’s ever been here before to see them. Corinne has lived in her small neat apartment for three years without a visitor. She’s never brought a lover home, she’s never played the happy hostess for the girls at work, or had a family member stay the night on the sofa-bed.

But that’s all about to change…

Tuesday. Just another day, that’s what Corinne thinks. She wakes up and eats breakfast (porridge) in bed while flipping through a magazine. She takes a shower and walks to work.

The shop is already open. Heather is hunched over the counter. “Great! You’re here,” she clicks her pen. “New girl starting today. Need you to show her the ropes…”