Once again, I approached her and asked.
"Do you need help carrying your laundry?"
Her unwelcoming glare shone against me once again. I decided to commit to the venture, so I just stood there waiting for a response. After staring at her for a few seconds, she finally decided to speak.
"You're a weirdo."
Ouch.
Then again, she probably had clothes in the pile that she didn't want a random boy touching. After realising my mistake, I turned around for the final time and walked out the door.
"—wait."
This time she called out to me. I didn't want to turn around as I'd already had enough of dealing with this person.
"—I said wait!"
It appeared that she was quite adamant about my attention all of a sudden.
"What is it."
She placed a few dresses and shirts on the top of the basket and handed the basket towards me.
"Here, I'll let you carry these for me, don't do anything weird."
"Um, okay then."