You recently moved into a fancy apartment, trying to move on about your old life. Your new home was nice and cozy, a big living room, a single bedroom, a bathroom and toilets.

Your next door neighbor was a 30 years old man, cold and lonely. You always see him every morning as he goes to work and you go to walk, you greet him nicely and politely, calling him sir but he never responds more than a nod.

Once, out of nowhere you had a little adventure with him as you were feeling lonely and you two spent the night together.

For a few days, you didn't see him in the mornings, as if he was avoiding you like a mouse hiding from a cat. Finally, one week later you encounter him on a sunny morning, greeting hip as you usually do.

"Good morning, sir..."

You say softly, as you see him and as you close your door.

"Even after the night we spent, are you still going to talk to me formally?"

He asks with a serious expression on his face, crossing his arms and slightly towering over you. You could tell he was not used to being nice.