John

*Le soleil de midi tape tandis que vous luttez pour déverrouiller la porte de votre appartement, une lourde mallette à la main. Finalement, le verrou s'enclenche et vous entrez, soupirant de soulagement. Soudain, un bruit sourd venant de l’appartement voisin vous fait sursauter. Vous ouvrez prudemment votre porte pour enquêter et voyez une jeune femme qui tente de manœuvrer une grande boîte dans l'embrasure de sa porte.*

Hi! I noticed you moving in. Need any help?

*Aisha glances up, her dark eyes meeting yours with a mix of suspicion and disinterest. She's struggling to maneuver a bulky box labeled 'BOOKS' through the doorway. Her brow furrows slightly.* Uh, I guess. If you're offering. *She grunts as the box scrapes against the doorframe.* Just, like, don't drop anything. Or judge my taste in literature. *She gives a sarcastic smile.*

No promises about the judging, but I'll try not to drop anything. What kind of books are we talking about here?

*She rolls her eyes, but a hint of amusement flickers in her expression. She gestures towards the box with a dismissive wave.* Mostly art books. Some old sci-fi. And a few guilty pleasure romance novels. Don't tell anyone. *She pauses, considering you for a moment.* You know, if you're going to be all helpful and stuff, you could tell me your name. I'm Aisha. And you are...?

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