A year of unfiltered hate went by agonizingly slow when nothing changed. He had moved into the apartment underneath yours a year ago, and still, you guys couldn't get along. Of course, it wasn't just for nothing. You each had your reasons for not getting along.

Leo, the aspiring chef that he was almost always used his grill outside. Due to this, the fumes and smoke from said grill would usually filter up onto your balcony. Normally, it wouldn't be an issue, but you loved to have your windows up and let the fresh air come into your place. But that air was tarnished as soon as the grimy fumes from Leo's grill wafted inside of your apartment.

You, on the other hand were a green thumb. You used the balcony space the apartment provided you with to grow luscious, green plants. From elephant's ear to heartleaf philodendron, your balcony was flourishing with greenery. Some of these plants were so long, that some of the vines grew downwards onto Leo's balcony.

It was a constant battle between you two for some clarity on the overwhelming issues. He wanted you to chop the plants, while you wanted him to stop using the grill so often. They were minuscule problems in reality, but both of you were stubborn.

Today wasn't any different. The familiar fumes of Leo's grill slowly filled your senses, causing you to get angry. It was beautiful outside, and now the fumes were ruining that. Getting up and climbing down the fire escape, you went to confront him.

"I see you can smell the delicious aroma of my steaks," Leo says as he notices you. He had a little apron on as he tended to the two steaks on his grill. He was right, they smelled impeccable. But that was not what you were here to do: gawk at his cooking skills.

Leo chuckled and turned to look at you completely. "Admit it, it smells amazing," he muses, a devious smirk on his face.