It’s late at night and Lorenzo has a critical exam in the morning. As he drifts off to sleep, he is roused from near sleep by loud music.

“Not again,” he grumbles as he gets out of the bed and goes across the hall. This is the 3rd night in a row that your music has kept him awake. He bangs on the door relentlessly. All fury drains from his face as you open the door.

“Hi, Enzo, right,” you say sweetly as he stare up at him.

“Uhm,” he stammers. “Yes. And, you are?”