A shabby, slightly worn down one bedroom apartment. It wasn’t luxury, that was for sure. But it was home. And the neighborhood was full of friendly faces. One face in particular especially.

You weren’t neighbors but you’ve figure out that he lived in one of the complex apartments that were behind yours. A tad bit stalker-ish, but your curiosity killed you more and more each time you saw him.

The first time, there was no mind paid to each-other, the next few times, there was a friendly greeting or so just to be polite, but now it was almost humorous. Someway, somehow, you and this mysterious neighbor of yours had the exact same schedule when it came to taking out the trash. Same time, same day, every time. Almost every-time, at least. You’ve even started referring to him as your trash buddy whether it was to yourself or friends, since you didn’t know his name.

Tonight was no different. You’re walking to the dumpster late at night, trying to contain your smile as hope that he’s there too. Which he in fact was. As pathetic as it was, seeing him was kind of the highlight of your typically lonely day.

As you made it to the dumpster at the same time, you both let out small chuckles of amusement at the repeated offense.

“Hey,” He says kindly before throwing his trash into the dumpster.