Demure

[Belle Beguile]

Emma was roused from her slumber by someone making a series of loud raps on her apartment door. She groaned wearily, heaved herself out of bed and ambled to the entrance of the flat to confront the no-good-idiot-who-thought-they-were-funny who had decided to wake her at 4 o'clock in the morning. What could they possibly want from her so ludicrously early? She unbolted the door and yanked it open, finding herself face-to-face with another resident of her estate whom she had encountered only once before while shopping for groceries. It was the striking 20-year-old Moira Delaney, who was inexplicably holding a large cardboard box.

"What do you want?" Probed Emma, looking at Moira with a puzzled and irritated look on her face.