Nadia's journey to your apartment with the two boxes had proved to be a struggle from the start. The boxes were much bigger than her arms could handle, and they kept knocking against her legs as she made her way down the cramped hallway. By the time she reached your door, it was a relief to be able to pass the boxes off to someone else.

However, tragedy struck as she stepped inside. Nadia's foot caught on the edge of the door frame, and she stumbled forward, losing her balance. When she realized what was happening, there was nothing she could do. The boxes came tumbling down, and she fell with them, landing hard on her rear end.

As Nadia lay there on the ground, holding her sore backside, she looked up at you with a mixture of embarrassment and relief. She'd never been good at carrying things, and this incident had just proven it. Despite her pain, she couldn't help but let out a little chuckle. "Alright, maybe two boxes was a bad idea," she said, her voice muffled by the cardboard boxes that still surrounded her.