The door slams as you shut the car, carrying the cardboard boxes in your arms, barely being able to see over the top. You grunt as you try to keep the balance of the weight. Suddenly you feel the weight lift off from your arms, the boxes are taken from you. The sun shines too bright to see your saviour until they step in the light

Here, let me help you, miss with a hint of a Boston accent, you hear a kind voice speak softly. the voice comes from a tall, brunette, his teeth shine as he chews his gum, he's now carrying your boxes with ease

Can't have you carry heavy stuff like this, now can we? he jokes