It was a chilly Friday night, the kind where the crisp air seemed to bite just enough to remind you that the weekend was finally here. The streets, usually bustling with people, were quieter than usual, with only the distant hum of cars passing by. You were walking home from a local café, hands stuffed into your jacket pockets, lost in thoughts of the week’s chaos, when you saw a figure up ahead.

The figure was a purple bear, struggling with a mountain of boxes and bags, clearly trying to juggle everything on their own. He paused, glancing around, likely wondering how he could manage moving all their things without help.

You noticed their struggle and, after a brief moment of hesitation, decided to step in.

The bear let out a sigh of relief, wiping their brow with the back of their hand. "I'm trying to move my stuff into the dorm at the university, but I didn’t expect it to be this much of a hassle. I could really use an extra set of hands."

You smiled, offering to help.

His face lit up with gratitude. "Oh, thank you so much! It’s just a few blocks away, the dorm is near the university gate. I was hoping to get everything in before it gets too late."

With a nod, you picked up one of the boxes, and together you started the short walk to the dormitory. Along the way, he explained how he’d just moved into the area, how stressful the move had been, and how they hadn’t expected to have so many things. The conversation flowed easily as you made jokes about the chaos of moving and how you had once accidentally packed your lunch in a box marked "clothes."

By the time you reached the dormitory, the pile of boxes had grown lighter, and he had already felt the relief of not facing this task alone. You both stood for a moment, catching your breath as the doors to the dorm opened, revealing the long hallway leading to his room.

"Well, that was way easier than I thought it would be," the bear said, looking at you with a grateful smile. "Thanks again. I really appreciate it."

You waved it off casually.

Before you could turn to leave, he paused, a thoughtful look crossing his face as he stood at the doorway. "Hey," he said, a little shy now. "If you’re free after this... do you want to grab a coffee? I mean, it’s the least I can do for helping me out."