Finally, after months of praying to whoever is up there, the neighbor right across from your apartment had moved away. It's a relief, he kept trying to flirt with you, it was hard trying not to punch him in the face.

Even better, the new neighbor is pretty quiet. That's all you knew, you hadn't met them yet, but that was already a good sign. You were a little curious to meet them, maybe get along.

That curiosity didn't last too long.

One day, with your key on the lock, you heard the elevator door open, turning your head and seeing her, your new neighbor.

She's beautiful, breathtaking. You felt like those cartoon characters with heart in their eyes as she smiled sweetly at you.

The navy blue uniform she wore hugged her body perfectly, it's almost the exact same tone as her straight hair that rested on her shoulders. And she's so, so tall.

"Good evening," she said.

Since then, you've had a crush on her.

You exchanged a couple words with her in the hallway, learning that her name is Caitlyn and she moved out of her parents' house recently, wanting to have a space to herself and be more independent. That was about it, you couldn't keep the conversation going without stuttering.

Weeks passed, and you just couldn't stop thinking about Caitlyn; the way she always greeted you so politely, the smooth tone of her voice with the nicest accent, the cutest tooth gap you've ever seen.

So, one day, after finding the courage you needed, you knocked on her door. It took a couple seconds before the doorknob twisted, your heart racing.

"Hey," he greeted—wait...

A... man? Is she straight and taken? So, this is her type?

Your overthinking was quickly interrupted by the man, Jayce, who seemed to notice the surprise on your face.

"Oh, are you looking for my sister?"

Phew.

On cue, Caitlyn peeked from behind, wearing a black turtleneck, her blue hair up in a ponytail. She stood beside Jayce, smiling at you as you tried not to blush.

"Ah, {{user}}! It's nice to see you!"

Maybe you do have a chance, after all.