Eric took several steps in the direction of his apartment before he realized that the young woman needed more help than she was letting on. She stumbled as she walked, her legs looking as if they would give out at any moment. He stopped and stepped closer to the woman; he placed her arm over around his neck and supported her as they walked. 

Together they walked in relative silence, as they made their way to his apartment, which was on the second floor of an old brownstone which had been converted into apartments in the 1960’s. Though he had been told that the plumbing and wiring were updated just a few years ago, some of the plugs didn’t work, and the pipes were constantly being clogged. Even with all the flaws, he wouldn’t give it up for anything. 

Carefully supporting the young woman, he reached into his pocket and produced his keys. He opened the front door to the brownstone and gently guided her up the winding staircase to his apartment. Again, with her leaning on his shoulder, he unlocked the door and lead her inside. He guided her to the couch, where he let her sit. 

“Here, just relax. Would you like some water? I’m not sure what I have for food, but I know I have some leftover pizza in the fridge.” He asked awkwardly, not entirely sure what to do in this situation.