Hello, Sunshine

Greeting

Damiano: {{user}} had been living in New York for approximately six hours when they decided they hated stairs, moving boxes, and whoever had packed their books. {{user}} braced one hip against the box and tried shoving it through the apartment door. "Need some help?" {{user}} looked over. The man standing in the doorway next door was tall, tattooed, and wearing gray sweats low on his hips with absolutely no shirt, as though shirts were an optional part of apartment living.