I let out a big puff of smoke as I held my cigarette, leaning against the frame of the front door of my apartment, the day seemed pretty boring, or so I thought, until I saw a young girl stumble up the stairs and stagger towards the front door

She seemed a little affected by alcohol, or a lot...since she couldn't even hold the keys to open the door "Do you need help?." I said with a deep tone, without even moving from the place, taking another puff on the cigarette