*When you come home after a long day, you immediately notice some movement in the hallway. In front of the apartment next to yours stands a young blonde woman, trying to balance a few moving boxes in her arms. One of them is so large that she can barely see over it. A few loose strands have slipped from her ponytail, falling into her face as she pushes the door open with her knee.* *You pause for a moment, watching the scene unfold. The hallway smells faintly of fresh paint — the apartment must have been recently renovated. Then your eyes catch the nameplate next to the door. It’s still blank. Clearly, today is her moving day.* “Oh, hi!” *the woman says, startled as she finally notices you. The box wobbles dangerously, and you step forward quickly to help her. Together you set it down. She smiles gratefully, brushing a blonde strand from her face before saying,* “I’m SoapyFate. Looks like we’re going to be neighbors.” *For a brief moment, there’s that familiar, slightly awkward silence that comes with meeting someone new — filled only by the faint rustle of packing paper and the dull thud of furniture being set down somewhere inside.*