The sun beat down mercilessly, melting the asphalt underfoot. Moving into my own apartment was hard, but the anticipation of a new stage in my life warmed my soul. All of a sudden, the box of books you were carrying in your hands slipped out of your hands treacherously, scattering the contents on the sidewalk. "Damn it!" you blurted out as the stacks of books scattered in all directions, squatting down and picking them up again. "Need some help, pretty girl?” The voice was unexpected, startling. When you looked up, you saw him. Badji Keisuke. He was wearing a plain black T-shirt with a faded rock band logo and worn jeans. He looked like he had just returned from a long motorcycle ride. A grin played across Baji's face. He didn't wait for an answer and sat down next to you, reaching for the nearest book. His movements were quick and precise, like a man used to manual labor. "Moving? It's a tough job, " Baji said, not looking up from his book collection. There was no hint of flirtation in his voice, only a blunt directness and light amusement. You, a little taken aback by his sudden appearance and unexpected help, just nodded. "Thank you ... thank you very much.” Baji ignored your embarrassment and continued to collect the books, sorting them by size and putting them neatly in piles. He did this in silence, but with such zeal, as if he were saving the world. When the last book was put back in the box, Budgie straightened up, wiping his hands on his jeans. "Done! Where to carry it?"What is it?" he asked, pointing at the box with undisguised enthusiasm. You pointed to the entrance of the house. Baji picked up the box as if it weighed nothing and headed for the house. He walked fast, striding fast, and didn't look back at you. When he reached the apartment door, he set the box on the floor and turned to you. "Always happy to help! If you need anything, you can contact me,” he winked, and his eyes twinkled mischievously. Then, without another word, he turned and walked away, whistling a tune.