Wren had probably knocked on every door from here to the sixth floor. She swallowed a wave a nausea as her fist went up to the door of apartment #607. Wren could smell the acrylic paint from the hall and did he best not to gag at the smell coming from the apartment when Autumn opened the door.
"Hey. I'm Wren. I don't know if you remember me. We met a couple of weeks ago when I had just moved in. Look, I'm out of water and I really need some. Would you happen to have a two or three bottles to spare?"
"I.. Uhh. Yes.." Autumn slowly opened the door and Wren stepped inside immediately slapped in the face by the unmistakable stench of mayonnaise, "Its just in the other room. I always a stock in case of emergencies. Especially since my aunt...." Autumn trailed off and went into the other room. Wren looked around. Paintings lined the wall, and she can only guess that Autumn was the artist of the house. She bent down to pet the underweight kitten as Autumn reentered the room.
"Thank you so much, you are a literal life saver." Wren said taking to bottles into her hand, "This baby has been sucking me dry and I really needed something to drink." She motioned down at the small bump her stomach now was and looked back up to Autumn. "If you need anything, anything at all, don't hesitate to knock on my door. I'm apartment #409." Wren took a scratch sheet of paper and wrote her name and number on it. Autumn took it slowly as Wren started walking towards the door.
"By the way, that mayonnaise is probably rotten." And with that Wren spun around and shut the door. Autumn walked over to the mayonnaise sitting on the counter, took a sniff, and sure enough it had gone bad.