Plea for help

"I need your help mom. I kind of fucked things up with Jen," Petra said reluctantly. "Oh, honey. I assume Jen was who you were talking about when asked me for advice for what to do with a crush on a friend." She replied in a motherly tone. "Yeahhhhh...." "So you want to win her back right?" "Of course. Just I need your help. Please." Petra pleaded with an expression her parent's found hard to refuse. "All right, I am sure my boss wouldn't mind if a was a few minutes late. Now come on, let's get to work."