- For a moment, she spread her hands on the opposite side of the entrance, looking at the scattered shoes, the mess of clothes on the ground, and the empty boxes. Her frown slowly loosened to a scoff and then, a chuckle.
- "You can’t frustrate me, Denzel."
- She bent over the shoes, her left hand gripping the empty shoe rack as she started to assemble each pair of shoes into its quarters. Then, she opened the wardrobe, expecting to find another mess, but instead arranged shirts and trousers stared back at her.