Help thy neighbour in need; Wrong quarters

All those boxes

              Amy was happy despite the rain, despite the heavy boxes and despite the fact she had to haul them up by herself. She was on the last two boxes when it started raining again. "More than words" was blaring from her phone inside her new flat when she put the last box in front of the door. She was soaking wet but nonetheless happy and singing along. It was raining on an off the whole time she was putting the boxes into her car, thankfully not alone, her parents were always there for her if not her friends. She was trying to find excuses for them but it was becoming harder every time she needed them and they didn't show up. She'd called Maya 10 times since 8 o'clock, which was the agreed upon time for the beginning of the move. She was a heavy sleeper, yes, but still, they had been planning this for days. Jenny called her two days ago to apologise for not being able to help since she was leaving unexpectedly for France. Ok, she could understand that.                                                                                                                                                              She drove to her new building after convincing her parents that they needn't come and that she could manage all the boxes on her own if not on the same day. Initially she's planned to leave some of the boxes in the trunk of the car and unload them in a few days. Later she realized that she will need something from most of the boxes and thought 'What the heck I'm in no hurry'. She thought she was quite lucky that it'd stopped raining when she parked in front of her building quite close to the entrance. She started happily loading boxes into the lift. A few people going up even helped her with the boxes from the car to the lift. She was beaming and radiating positive energy and it worked like magic on people. When it started raining again she thought it was time for a coffee break anyway. She wasn't even angry anymore at Maya when she called her and couldn't stop apologising. 

There were three more boxes in front of the door and she was leaning down to lift one of it. She knew how to do it, knees slightly bent, back straight. A door opened and closed somewhere to the left but she didn't look up. The playlist had switched to No Doubts "Underneath it all " and se was singing along not concerned with whom heard her awful singing. Her phone rang at that moment and she left the box on top of the other and started getting up when unbearable pain like lightning zapped sideways across her back. She screamed and fell forward catching herself on the wall. The phone kept ringing and she was breathing heavily when a door opened again. 

- Are you ok? - a male voice asked and she heard steps approaching. 

Even through her pain, which wasn't letting up, she couldn't avoid thinking that she looked like a drowned rat and probably smelled for miles after all the lifting she had done. She was still leaning on the wall, her face between her forearms, knees slightly bent. She tried turning to the left to look at the voice but pain traveled from her neck down to her small back and she hissed. 

- Nope, not in the slightest. She moaned in pain when she tried to straighten up. 

- Ok, don't move! I'm going to try to help you go inside. I'm Leo by the way. Are you just moving here?

- Rather obvious, don't you think? - in her defense she was in real pain. 

- Yeah, you're right. I was just trying to make small talk.

- Sorry! You're trying to help me and I'm being a bitch. 

At that point they'd entered her apartment which was full of stacked boxes. Leo was holding her around her waist with one hand and her left arm was on his shoulder. He stopped in obvious shock. 

- Don't tell me you moved all of these by yourself.

-I had most of the day to do it!

He turned to look at her.