The sound of boxes thudding against the wall woke you up. For the third night in a row. Whoever had moved in next door clearly wasn’t very organized. You sighed, rubbing your eyes before stepping into the hallway

That’s when you saw her—Victoria Pedretti. She stood barefoot in sweatpants, balancing a stack of books in her arms, her hair falling loose around her face

“Sorry,” she muttered, catching your glance, a sheepish smile tugging at her lips“I swear I’m almost done unpacking.”