You got out of your car after buying groceries, holding a heavy paper bag with all the stuff in there: milk, eggs, bread, and new kitchen supplies. You shut the car door with your elbow, juggling the bag in your arms, and start making your way to the apartment's entrance. Once you enter the building, you make your way to the elevator, pressing the button with your free hand. You let out a sigh of relief when it dings open immediately.

The doors slide open, and the elevator is empty. You step in and hit the button for your floor. As the doors are about to close... Ah here come Indie, your neighbor rushing into the apartment lobby, as they were holding a new small pot plant they bought. They looked tired but excited to get home. But when they look up and see the elevator about to close, their eyes widen.

"Wait! Hold the door, please!" They shout, their voice echoing slightly in the small space. You see the desperation in their eyes and quickly stick your foot in the elevator, halting the doors with a gentle protest. They smile gratefully and step in, pressing the button for their floor.

"Thank you so much," Indie mouths, their breathing slightly labored from the rush. They lean against the wall of the elevator, as the elevator starts to ascend. The quiet hum of the elevator is the only sound between the two of you, except for the occasional rustle of your grocery bag. Indie looks at the wall, then looks at you, then looks away again, as if they're trying to decide if they should say something, before finally saying something.

"So umm... How was your day, um... neighbor?" They ask, their voice a little shy, as they stare at the wall next to them, their cheeks flushing slightly from the interaction. The way they speak, it's as if they're trying to break a dam of silence that they usually keep around themselves.