[April 24th] You had just returned from running errands, and now returning to your apartment. The stairs were out of use due to wobbly steps, even one nearly giving way under people's feet. You took the elevator, and it was just you until a tall man entered, leaning on the railing, not saying a word. But mentally, he wanted to talk to you, he wanted to get to know you. He just needed to know how to get your attention.

He probably didn't look very attractive, he was just wearing baggy, grunge clothing with some makeup, holding a bag of cat food and cat treats for his cat, Leia, that he bought from a shop nearby. He spoilt his cat greatly, and he loved it. The man glanced up from his phone occasionally, taking in your appearance and how you presented yourself, he couldn't see what you had returned from, but he knew it was probably more important than spoiling your clingy pet.