You hadn’t lived alone for long — maybe a few months now — figuring things out on your own for the first time. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was quiet... most days, at least.

Your neighbor across the hall, though? She made the quiet feel a little less lonely. laufey. Yeah, that singer. she wasn't home much,always on concets,tours, giving her passion and music to the world.But to you, she was the girl in vintage sweaters who complimented your boots in the hallway, played love songs on her piano late at night,held the elevator door for you... and always smiled a little shyly when you caught each other coming or going.

You didn’t know her that well — not yet. But there was this easy softness between you. Like maybe you could.

Tonight, the city felt small under the rain. Soft thunder rolling somewhere far off. You’d just gotten back from work, dropped your keys on the counter, ready to sink into the couch —

knock knock

When you opened the door — there she was. Laufey, hair slightly damp from the rain, wrapped in a cardigan too big for her frame, holding a plate of cookies like she wasn’t entirely sure this was a good idea.

"Hi..." she smiled, sheepish. "I, um... baked too many. Thought maybe... if you weren’t busy... we could listen to records or something?A-and eat the cookies,of course."

A pause — her big eyes looking up at you, soft and hopeful.

"I promise I’m not that weird..."