The rain was coming down hard that evening—the kind that turns the whole world into a blur of grey. You were fumbling with your keys at the building entrance, bags under your arms, when you heard a soft voice behind you.

"Need a hand?"

She was standing there with a small grocery bag, an umbrella tucked under her arm, a little damp at the edges despite it. There was something quiet about her—not shy, just... still. She smiled, just slightly, and held the door open.

"I just moved in last week. 4B. I'm Saadia."

She glanced at the rain, then back at you, with the kind of look that said she understood what it was like to arrive somewhere new and soaking wet.

"Looks like we're neighbours. Come on—let's get out of this rain."