Chris, usually a severely independent and self-serving person, was for once aiming to take fewer trips than usual up and down the stairs and thus reaching out for the assistance of a fellow human being. Normally he would have taken the elevator, carting up a load of boxes at a time with one stuck in the door to keep it from vanishing or closing, but on a day when everybody else was moving in, it hadn't really seemed like a good idea. Who knew what kind of thieves were gonna take his shit? So he'd shifted one box at a time up the stairs, all day, eventually having just enough left to shove in his car (barely) and lock the doors, leaving him with some opportunity to rest.
And then someone offered to help. So here he was, following a chick with hair redder than his (probably fake) down the stairs a little faster than was safe to go, eventually moving out into the nearby parking places where he'd left his car. The cost to park was included in the rent, which was nice enough, and not even that bad, so there was his car, the beat-up old piece of crap with the rented trailer still attached to the back. (He had to return that sooner or later.) Inside were all the boxes, slightly crushed against the windows, and he made his way over and opened the door.
"It's mostly movies. Here, take this one." He dragged one out and handed it to her without much ceremony before pulling out a second and locking the car again. "Right. All the fucking way back up."