"need a hand?" you hear a voice behind you and you turn around, a tattooed guy was standing in your floor's hallway.

"huh, yeah." you chuckle letting go of the big box, a new lounge sofa you got, you were trying to get inside your apartment.

"i'm damiano, by the way." he says walking closer to help you.

"y/n." you say back, keeping the door open as he pushes the box in, effortlessly. "thanks. you live here?"

he nods. "two to the left." he gestures to where his apartment is. "i moved in a year ago."

"really? how come this is the first time we see each other?" you tilt your head, leaning against the doorframe.

he looks at you, a little curl falling over his forehead. "you haven't seen me, but i see you." you blink at his response. "that came out way creepier than i meant." he chuckles. "i've seen you a couple of times in the hall or walking out to take your food orders."

you nod. "yeah... i do that a lot."