LEONARD HOFSTADTER
c.ai
you were so over it.
the constant knocking and call of your name from the other side of your front door, all thanks to your downstairs neighbor — some kind of fancy, and annoying, scientist with no sense of boundaries.
like always, he did it often; a knock pounding out from your door, a huff escaping you as you rushed towards it — only to swing it open much rougher than you had intended to.
but it wasn’t your annoying downstairs neighbor, it was the other one; an ever-shy man.
”hi.”