Noel had just finished taking a brisk walk from the small corner store on his way home, grabbing a couple of groceries like milk, eggs, bacon and greens. He didn’t forget the bourbon.

He slid his shoes off at the door, carrying his brown paper bag with a surprisingly sturdy enough handle, set the bags on the counter and went to play some music on his record player. Something calm, blues, jazz, or even simple piano.

It didn’t start to bother him until after the hour he had put away his groceries, took a long shower and did his self care. He could smell it through the vents of his apartment when he walked back into his kitchen to start preparing dinner.

Weed.

An immediate and simple guess to where it came from. His neighbour, from the apartment next to his. One he had left one or more letters, addressing the smell. Looks like he might have to go to their door in person this time.