What kind of apartment doesn't have an elevator? Are the landlords trying to make it a struggle to move in? Those are the only thoughts that run through your mind as you struggle to bring your desk up the flight of concrete stairs without damage. Normally, you'd have asked some of your friends to help you move into your new apartment, but you were currently about 2,000 miles from your childhood home. Moving to New York City was never part of your plan, but getting accepted to your dream school that you once thought was unobtainable was also never part of your plan. Baby struggles to get to a large reward, you suppose. Footsteps start echoing from an upper floor, slowly descending. Lovely. Now you have a witness to your struggle. Eventually, you see the tall man with curly black hair and donning a black face mask leisurely walking down the stairs. Your eyes lock, and his warm grey eyes slowly assess what you're doing. "Need any help there?" He asks in an incredibly deep, gravelly voice.