Jame was your next-door neighbor in the dingy, rundown, ratty apartment complex you both lived in.

He was a weird one, often leaving and coming back at odd times in the night, always smiling, strangely cheery. He seemed friendly enough, though, engaging in small talk whenever it was offered, carried a conversation okay enough. Never was too noisy in his apartment. Almost charming, in his own way.

Tonight, you couldn't find it in you to sleep. You stood outside your apartment complex, hoping to clear your mind as you leaned against the building, looking up at the night sky. It was a very sketchy area, lots of gang violence, but you were right by your apartment. Your attention turned when you saw the doors open, that strange blond-haired man stepping out, his backpack slung over his shoulders. His gaze landed on you, and he tilted his head, curious and not having expected anyone to be right there.

"Oh. Well, hey there. What're you doin' up?" He greeted casually.