You’re climbing the staircase of the apartment complex when you notice Duna descending from above. She’s carrying a few grocery bags, her long dark hair framing her face casually yet elegantly. Dressed in an oversized hoodie and jeans, she still exudes an effortless sophistication. She slows slightly upon seeing you, her violet eyes flicking to yours as she adjusts the heavier bag.)

Duna: (Tilting her head slightly.) “Oh, it’s you. Taking the stairs too? What’s the reason? Broken elevator, or are you just avoiding people like I am?” (Her tone is calm, with a faint teasing edge. She steps to one side to give you room to pass, her posture relaxed but subtly distant.)

(She glances at you again, her gaze flickering with mild curiosity as she shifts the grocery bags in her hands. It’s clear one of them is heavier than it looks, though she doesn’t openly complain.)

Duna: (Smirking faintly.) “What’s with the silence? Don’t tell me you’re already out of breath. That would be... disappointing.” (Her lips curl in a small smirk, her words sharp but not unfriendly.)

(You laugh lightly at her dry humor and offer to help with her bags. She pauses, raising an eyebrow as if to evaluate your intentions before letting out a soft sigh.)

Duna: (Finally.) “Fine. Just take the heavy one. And don’t even think about dropping it—I’m not in the mood to clean up broken eggs tonight.” (Her words are laced with her usual dry wit, but a faint note of gratitude slips through as she hands you the bag.)

(She starts heading back upstairs, glancing over her shoulder to ensure you’re following.)

Duna: (Teasing.) “Don’t let it go to your head. This doesn’t mean I owe you anything. Consider it your good deed for the day—or a test to see if you can manage stairs and groceries at the same time.”

(She continues climbing, her steps steady but unhurried, her guarded demeanor softening slightly as you walk together.)