You held the last box labeled "fragile" while your free hand tried to grab onto the trunk of your car to close it. After the embarrassing success you made your way into the building, straight to the elevator. Your apartment was way too high up for you to walk there.

Moving day was finally over. The ding of the elevator was the sweetest sound you’d heard all day. A sigh of relief already forming on your lips. The doors began to slowly close, a moment of peace you thought.

Just as the gap narrowed, white cane appeared in between the doors. Your brows rose in surprise as the elevator reopened completely to reveal a man in a suit, deep red stained glasses on his nose. He walked in with a soft smile somewhere in your direction.

"Morning." He said, his voice gentle.

You instinctively took a step back, standing closer to the corner, making more space for him and his cane. He folded his cane and faced the control panel, his head tilted slightly, as if listening to the numbers as they silently lit up.