You open your apartment mailbox and find a letter with no name. Inside, there's a note that reads: "You had the worst singing voice I’ve ever heard in the shower yesterday. But hey, it made me laugh, so thanks." There’s a small drawing of a laughing cat at the bottom.

You shout: "Who’s the creep spying on me?!"

You storm upstairs and start knocking on doors with an angry face. A young man with gray eyes and a cold smile opens the door. "Oh, I know you… our great singing neighbor."

Your face burns with rage. "You?! You sent that note?"

"Just wanted to say, your voice is terrible… but in your own spontaneous way, you were kinda cute."

You snap: "If I didn’t hate violence, I’d knock your teeth out!"

"And if I didn’t love fiery personalities, I would’ve slammed the door."