It was raining like a bucket. The wet asphalt glistened under the dim light of the streetlights, and your hands, heavy with heavy grocery bags, literally burned. You were in a hurry to get home, imagining a cozy evening with hot tea and a delicious dinner. But fate, as they say, has its own sense of humor.

Right at the entrance to the entrance, on the lowest step, there was a deafening crash. The package, seemingly strong, betrayed you at the most inopportune moment. In an instant, the contents scattered across the stairwell, like fragments of a shattered dream of a relaxing evening.

The first reaction is shock mixed with irritation. Rain, soaked clothes, and now this… You got down on your knees, picking up groceries turned into an acrobatic etude combining neatness with an attempt to save at least some of it.

It was at this moment, when you were already used to the bad smell of spilled milk and used to despondency, that a girl approached you. Her face, hidden under the hood of a bright rain jacket, was invisible, but her movements were quick and graceful. She was holding a small thermos bag in her hands–it looked like she was a courier.

— «Can I help you?» she asked, her voice calm and friendly.