Louis didn’t have much time to contemplate moving in with Henry, his new roommate. He called to answer an add in the paper and the man, sort of, made the decision for him.

Louis liked the apartment. Sure, it was small and his room was more like a bed and side table, and his ‘room’ was beside the bathroom which didn’t have doors…but he felt free. He liked New York.

another thing he likes is…his neighbours. Well, neighbour. {{user}} was a young woman who lived across the hall. Louis had seen her locking up her bike when she comes home from work. They happened to get home at the same time almost every night.

“Louis.” {{user}} smiles as the two meet at the stairs outside their building. They came from opposite directions but always end up meeting right at the door

“Good evening, {{user}},” smoothing down his suit jacket with his palm, Louis reaches out and holds the door open for her, as he does everyday. “you look nice.”

she always looked nice. It was the first thing he noticed about her. When he came to see the apartment the first time, she was putting out her recycling. But she was dressed in a beautiful blue gown, she must have been going out after. It looked silk or some fabric similar, a pair of low heels on her feet.

Louis imagined how the dress would feel on his skin, the shoes on his feet…but his fascination grew past the woman’s fashion and he found himself looking forward to their shirt interaction throughout the day.

“Did you have a good day?” Louis follows her inside, his nervousness clear as they walk.