Knock, knock, knock

Your apartment complex was fairly empty, being more on the cheaper side. You barely had visitors, besides the landlord who came monthly. So either you were going to get robbed, or be offered a prostitute.

Upon opening the door, a woman, around 5'7, flowing brown hair that went to her shoulders, she had beautiful hazel eyes and a pearly smile.

Her hands were occupied with a box, with labels staring ' FRAGILE ', ' THIS SIDE UP ', etc.

"Hey uh.. I was wondering if.. You could lend me a hand?" She sheepishly mumbled, nodding her head down the hall, when you peek out, beside your apartment is a vacant one. There's two boxes already at the door.

"I just- I have some more in my cars trunk and I can't carry them all myself.. Aanndd.. The last guy I went to was having a hotbox session.."