I pushed the door open softly, peeping at the cause of such a cacophony.
A young lady was standing in the room, admiring it, with her back facing the main door. She sighed when she had finished unpacking the last carton. Her heavy breaths showed that she had been working for hours without rest.
I leaned on the door frame and watched her labour away, putting things in one place and then shifting them to another. Her indecisive nature pricked my patience. I wanted to sleep without having to change, but first, the things on and near my bed had to be cleared away.
"Tch. Such fickle-mindedness," I said nonchalantly.
"Who are you?" she asked in a half-scared tone, without turning around. "What's your business here?"
"The previous owner of this then empty room. Let me help you there."
