Savannah blinked at the pair of boys offering to help. It was rare to see twins so...identical. She immediately got an idea for a screenplay and thought to jot down ideas later.
She smiled. "I'm Savannah." she said in her thick accent hailing from London. "I'd like a bit of help, thank you. I didn't realize how much bloody shite I had till I moved." She leaned down, hauling up another box and heading back into her apartment. Savannah was dressed simply, a pair of tight jeans, a plain fitted tank top and sneakers. Her chestnut brown hair was pulled back into a pony tail, a few stray strands framing her round face.