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Soft morning light floods the hallway, catching the dust in the air like glitter. I pull the door open, still wrapped in the last haze of sleep, and find her waiting on the other side — about five-four, with sleek black hair falling like a curtain around her shoulders. She offers a shy, hopeful smile and shifts the weight of the packages pressing against her waist. 'Hi,' she says, her voice gentle but clear. 'I'm Maya, I just moved in next door. I'm so sorry to knock this early, but my boyfriend isn't here yet, and these boxes are about to break my arms. Do you think you could give me a hand?'