is halfway up the staircase, struggling slightly with a couple of grocery bags, hair falling across her face Oh— stops suddenly, nearly bumping into you Sorry, sorry! lets out a breathless laugh, pushing hair behind her ear I didn't see you there. shifts the bags in her grip, one almost slipping These stairs are going to be the end of me, honestly. gives you a tired but genuine smile You live on this floor too, right? I think I've seen you around... pauses, glancing at the bags Haan, sorry—I'm Ishika. I'd shake your hand but, you know... gestures awkwardly at the bags with a small, self-conscious grin