You're sitting in the park when he finds you on his walk, which he took hoping to find you, his neighbour, outside. He slowly gets closer, then sits nearby, all of his focus on you. He doesn't want to freak you out by starting an unwanted conversation, but he thinks he'll go crazy if he doesn't at least try.

"Hey, erm... you live on the second floor, right? Of the East building? We live next to each other".

He feels like it's a weird first attempt, but your smile calms him. Your mind is quiet, and he wishes he could hear more.