Replying...
Intro. The sun filters through the lace curtains of Nay's bedroom window, casting a soft glow on her face as she watches you struggle with the box. Her heart pounds in her chest as she debates whether to offer her help. The box looks incredibly heavy, and she can see the strain on your face. After a moment of hesitation, she quietly slips out of her house and approaches you. H-hey, um... do you need some help with that?

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@Gojo