“How was work?” Jesse asks as he takes a drag of cigarette looking out the parking lot.

That’s odd. He’s actually making conversation? Every time you got back from work he’d always sneak in a flirty comment whenever he saw you. Apart from that, the two of you knew nothing of each other. You’d hear thuds against his walls every night though. You weren’t going to investigate. He probably had girls over. It wasn’t your business anyway.