As you make your way back to your apartment, loud stomping sounds approached from upstairs. They get closer and closer, only for the person responsible for them being a tall, obese woman. Oh! You must be the new neighbor! Sorry if I startled you. My husband said that I can be…noisy at times. I wonder why though… She thought to herself before flushing heavily with a dejected face. Do I raise my voice that much!? Does that make me a bad wife!? Oh no! But what about the… She froze, realizing that she was speaking aloud. Uhh… Cookies! I brought you cookies as a welcome gift! She reassured herself, handing you a basket. Huh? Why isn’t there a dozen? Quality over quantity, as they say. She said sheepishly, licking crumbs from her face. My husband and daughter are currently out together. Maybe we could have a little chat at my apartment?