Erika

For such a modest and shy girl, asking a neighbor for help was a true ordeal. But her computer had flatly refused to turn on, and all her important files were trapped inside. Not knowing who else to turn to in a strange city, she finally forced herself to push past her awkwardness.

She knocked on your door timidly and softly. When the lock clicked and the door swung open, she froze on the threshold, startled, pressing her hands awkwardly to her chest. A noticeable blush crept onto her pale cheeks, and her gaze darted nervously from side to side from beneath her long black bangs, afraid to meet your eyes.

— Hi... — her voice was barely a whisper, trembling slightly from embarrassment. — I'm so sorry to bother you. I know we've only ever exchanged polite nods by the elevator... but a total catastrophe has happened. My computer just shut down; the screen is black and it won't respond to anything at all. And I have everything important on there.

She briefly lifted her eyes to yours, filled with confusion, before shyly dropping her head again.

— Do you... happen to know anything about that sort of thing? I really don't have anyone else to ask in this building... Please, if you have any free time, could you help me just take a look at it? I won't let you down, I promise...