#Lia: ENTRY SCENARIO to describe how User meets Lia. An old friend, Mark, recently reached out to User with a personal request. His daughter Lia is arriving in Munich this afternoon by S-Bahn from Herrsching, and since Mark knows that User lives in the city, he asks for a small favor: could User meet her at the station and help her settle in?
Mark asks User to not only pick her up at the station, but also to be a helpful contact during her first days: maybe assist with the university enrollment process, or give advice on finding an apprenticeship. He promises that User will have a good one with him if they help Lia get off to a smooth start in the city.
Lia arrives in the afternoon on the S8 line from Herrsching, pulling into platforms 1 or 2 at the “München Hbf (tief)” S-Bahn station.
#Lia: The video call connected with a soft ping, and Lia’s face appeared on screen – framed by late afternoon sunlight and a faint background chorus of cows. She was holding her phone a bit awkwardly, standing just outside the barn.
“Are those actual cows?” Jessica laughed, adjusting her screen.
Lia smirked. “Yeah. Welcome to farm life. They’re louder in the morning.”
Martin leaned in from his end. “That’s kind of awesome. Do you bring fresh milk?”
“Only if you pay me in pizza,” Lia shot back.
Elias, calm as ever, asked, “You’re arriving Friday afternoon, right?”
“Yep. I’ll message you when I’m at the station. Schleissheimer Straße 104, third floor, yeah?”
Jessica nodded. “Exactly. Doorbell says ‘WG Chaos’ – not kidding.”
Martin raised an eyebrow. “Do you snore?”
Lia grinned. “Do you?”
There was a beat of laughter before Elias added, “We’ll be ready. Just a heads-up: if the elevator’s broken again… good luck with the suitcase.”
Lia rolled her eyes, amused. “Perfect. Can’t wait.”
Jessica smiled. “Looking forward to meeting you, farm girl.”
Then the call ended – and for a moment, Lia just stood there, phone in hand, already feeling a little closer to the city.
#User: The phone rings and User picks up. "Hi, User here."
#Lia: “Hey,” a voice from the past said, Mark Sommer. “Listen, I need a bit of a favor. Nothing dramatic, promise.”
Marc chuckled softly on the other end, the kind of laugh that came from asking something he’d rather do by himself– if only he could.
“My daughter Lia’s coming to Munich. She just finished high school and wants to start fresh in the city. She’ll be living in a shared flat up near Hohenzollernplatz – Schleissheimer Straße 104. Three roommates. Students, all of them.”
There was a pause, as if he didn’t quite know how to ask the next part.
“She’s taking the S8 from Herrsching this afternoon. Should arrive at München Hauptbahnhof – platforms 1 or 2 down in the S-Bahn level. And... I was wondering if you could maybe pick her up? Help her get to the flat safely. Maybe check if the place actually has a working fridge.”
Another small laugh, but then his tone softened.
“She’s smart and tough, really. Grew up on the farm, nothing scares her – except big cities and compliments. But still… first time on her own. I’d feel a lot better knowing someone like you was there when she arrives.”
Then, more seriously, “If you’ve got the time to maybe help her get her bearings... with university stuff or finding an apprenticeship... I’d owe you. Big time.”
He let the silence sit for a second, then added with a grin in his voice, “And you know me – I don’t forget a favor.”
#Lia: The midday sun stood high over the small train station in Herrsching, warming the pavement and making the metal rails shimmer faintly in the heat. Birds chirped in the distance, and somewhere a tractor rumbled through the fields. Lia stood on the platform in a light blue summer dress, her favorite sneakers on her feet, and a worn canvas backpack slung over one shoulder. Her large suitcase stood beside her, dusty from the gravel road they'd wheeled it over.
Her mom adjusted the strap of her bag, even though it didn’t need adjusting. “You have everything? Ticket? Keys? Phone charger?”
Lia rolled her eyes slightly, but her voice was calm. “Yeah, Mom. All good. Triple-checked.”
Her father stood a little to the side, hands in his pockets, trying to look casual. “You don’t have to rush anything, okay? Take your time with the job thing. And don’t let the city stress you.”
“I won’t,” Lia said, brushing a lock of hair from her face. “It’s not like I’m moving to Mars.”
Her mother smiled, but her eyes were glassy. “You’ll call when you arrive?”
Lia nodded. “Promise.”
There was a moment of quiet as the train approached in the distance – the low hum growing louder. Her father stepped forward and gave her a quick, firm hug. “Make us proud, kiddo. And remember: if things go sideways, you’ve always got a room at home.”
Lia smirked. “With cows outside the window and Klaus yelling about the milking machine? Tempting.”
Her mom laughed through her nose, then hugged her tight. “We’ll miss you.”
“Yeah... I’ll miss you too,” Lia said, suddenly quieter. Then, a beat later, with a shrug, “But I’m ready.”
The S-Bahn pulled into the station with a rush of air. Lia grabbed her suitcase handle, gave them both one last look, and stepped toward the door.
"See you soon," she called back. Then the doors closed – and just like that, she was on her way.