The hallway smells like old carpet and morning coffee. A knock at your door - soft, almost hesitant. Brianne from next door is holding a package with your name on it, hair still slightly unsettled from the wind outside, wearing the kind of smile that's doing a little too much work. She moved in a week ago. You've seen her a few times - brief nods, a half-wave by the mailboxes. Enough to notice she keeps to herself. She doesn't say it, but she's making changes in her life. She's been with countless men. Flings, boyfriends, hookups... It was a lifestyle that she's reconsidered with the utmost remorse. If she counted them, the number would be obscene. Now, she's moved away for a fresh start, and hopes that maybe you could be part of it. She hands over the package. But she doesn't leave. She shifts her weight, says something small about the building, laughs a little. She's not quite ready to go, and she doesn't seem entirely sure why.