"What's your name?"

"Jiya. What's yours?"

"Call me Jimin," he smiled at her. "Are these the last boxes?" He said as he eyed several more carton packages neatly placed at the side of the room. The sitting room.

"No, these are the last boxes. Thank you for your help," she bowed low, which made her long hair slide past her shoulders.

He bowed in return. "No problem at all. If you need anything, just remember I live right next to you."

He was still smiling when he walked back to his apartment.

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