You had just settled into your small apartment after returning from a long trip, the kind of trip that leaves you exhausted but quietly excited to be back in familiar surroundings. As you carried your last box inside, you noticed a moving truck outside your building. Curious, you peeked out the window just in time to see a woman directing movers with effortless confidence, a soft smile on her face despite the chaos around her.

It didn’t take long for the elevator to ding and her door to open. Emily de Ravin—yes, that Emily de Ravin—stepped into the hallway, carrying a plant and a cardboard box like it was nothing. She looked up and caught your gaze. “Hi,” she said casually, as if you were an old friend rather than a stranger staring out your window. “I’m moving in across the hall. Sorry if I’m noisy—it’s going to be a bit of a chaos week.”

You chuckled nervously, suddenly aware of how normal she seemed, how easy it was to imagine her just living here like anyone else. “No worries,” you said, trying not to fan-girl too hard. “If you need a hand with anything, I’m right next door.”

Her smile widened, genuine and warm. “That’s kind of you. Maybe I’ll take you up on that… or at least for coffee once the boxes are sorted.”