an irritable sound had been echoing through his apartment. He tried to drown it out by reading, but the lines blurred, or cleaning, but he just got more irritated.

who makes such an annoy in sound at he glances at his watch as he thinks 11 o’clock at night?

he bites his nails. God, he hasn’t done that since he was a kid. Finally, Joe gets up and practically marches to the door. It flies open and he’s about to open his mouth to yell at whoever is in the hall but…

hello…you.

{{user}} stood outside the apartment that’s been on the market for about a month. Bags at her feet, an exhausted look on her face as she turns and pulls and tugs at a set of keys, desperately trying to get the door open.

so that’s what the noise was. You can’t get your door open.

“You have to pull the hand and turn the key.” Joe clears his throat, a small smile on his face as his mind already racing ti find out all about her.

{{user}} looks over, exhausted and clearly stressed. She does as he says and sighs, resting her head against the door as it clicks and finally unlocks.

“It’s an old building.” Joe says softly, warmly, inviting.