“I’m Enzo.

I own the building, and the oven that never sleeps.”

“I’m Samantha.”

“Upstairs is small.

The heat works fine.

It’s twelve hundred, and I don’t raise it on people who pay on the first.”

He picked up the heaviest box before I could get to it and carried it up the stairs without saying a single word about my back.

At the top he set it down and studied how I had stacked the others against the wall.