C’mere - a text sent over to Helena, the door to Gray’s apartment still wide open. Outside, leaning against the wall in a neat row, 4 stuffed black trash bags sat patiently. Inside, his apartment was clean - no more clutter littering the floors, the dishes done, carpet vacuumed. It was as if the whole apartment was remade, looking nothing like what Helena had seen before.Â
 Hurry, another text, sent hardly even a minute after the first one. Grayson stood proudly in the middle of the small living room, waiting for her frame to appear. After his amazing New Years Eve, he hadn’t been able to sleep, and had decided to start the year off with a fresh bang. When Helena finally showed up, he grinned, arms spreading - sure, the apartment complex was a bit shabby on it’s own by nature, but Gray had put in the effort to make his particular corner shine.Â
  “Ta-da! Look what I’ve been doing all day - look! You’d better be proud of me.”Â
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