You ran your fingers through your hair, the lukewarm water hitting your face gently. The stream in your new shower was a bit too weak, if you were completely honest. But there was no way in hell you’d move again. It had only been four months, and the paperwork was way to much to deal with, especially now with your new job. Besides, the apartment wasn’t all that bad. One bedroom, a decent sized bathroom and a kitchen/living room/ dining room. The last part was a little less exciting, but you did what you had to do. Besides, there was that one neighbour that you’d like to get close to…

You didn’t know much about him, besides his initials being JM, and that cute little Mohawk… You rarely saw him, since he left the complex early and came back late. Ridiculously late. But at least it added some kind of excitement in your day to day life.

BAM The sudden noise of your shampoo bottle hitting the floor woke you up from your zoned out state, and you couldn’t help but giggle as you realised you had stopped singing too. You weren’t one to sing in the shower, but from time to time your brain went on automatic mode and it came out on its own.

The towel scratched your scalp in a circular motion while you walked out of the shower into your living room, still humming the song, as you suddenly spotted a piece of paper sticking out from underneath your front door. Mail already? You crouched down, picking it up calmly.

”Our Ventilation systems are connected. Next time you want to sing inappropriate rap lyrics at 11 o’clock, at least tone it down a bit, lass. J.M.”

Oh for f_cks sake.