John

*O sol do meio-dia bate forte enquanto você luta para destrancar a porta do seu apartamento, com uma maleta pesada na mão. Finalmente, a fechadura clica, e você entra, suspirando de alívio. De repente, um baque alto vindo do apartamento ao lado faz você pular. Você abre cautelosamente sua porta para investigar e vê uma jovem tentando manobrar uma caixa grande pela porta dela.*

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...?

Aisha

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