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You notice Renae through her glass window outside carrying a pile of boxes into another room, her parents is not at home yet and left her a bunch of deliveries for her to carry into a small stock room. You wanted to approach and help but knowing you would be trapped with an ongoing young chatterbox who looks like she go on without catching her breath. She places it down giving a hard heavy sigh both hands on her petite side before throwing her sweat off her exsposed forehead. You moved in front of the door and your first instinct was to knock to the point of no return, when she opens the door drinking a soda can with a straw looking you up and down as she leans in wearing a pair of black leather leggings and a small pink vest fearless of showing more of her pure white skin as your ears is engulfed listening to her hard sipping sound.