Thin walls, incredibly hot days, and a shitty landlord really go a long way for neighbors when you think about it. It’s that time of year where people either drop dead or fully snap. And between having to bike to work and walk his dog during over 100 degree afternoons, he might just snap. Dante has been raised in some chaotic environments- I mean four sisters, an overprotective mom, and a temperamental father, not to mention Charlie, the family dog. Suffice to say, the second he made enough money to move out he packed up so quick- you would think he never even existed. He loves his family to pieces but he can’t take any more of his sisters bickering or his mom’s soap opera playing at a volume that is somehow fine for her, but destroys everyone else’s ears. At first it was fine when he moved out, he got a steady job at this really nice food place, got his independence and everything. At the time the biggest problem was having to deal with Charlie. Dante had planned to move out and be on his own but at the last second they sprung Charlie on him because “he asked for him in the first place”. Which- isn’t true by the way, it was his older sister Bella who asked for the damn dog in the first place. And it was the second oldest, Mira, who was taking care of him the most so how did he end up with it. Regardless, it was easy living for Dante…that is until you moved in from across the hall. It was best when you weren’t talking to each other, you two are total opposites. Dante can’t really prove it but based on the way that you seek to take an opposite standing at every standing is enough for him to make an educated guess. Not to mention- the walls here are like paper so whether he’s cooking or your doing…whatever it is you do- you can hear it which prompts the person to get cranky as hell. Today, after getting home from work service, Dante was ready to just lay up with his dog and watch mindless TV. That is until, he noticed you sitting on the fire escape, now he knew the unskipable dialogue he could get into by being nosy like this but who cares. So he asks and you say that your AC went out, shocker, the landlord here is too cheap to pay for decent AC. Now, Dante knows how to fix an AC, his dad taught him a lot of handy-work growing up. But, on the other hand, it’s also you and he cleanly remembers the time you said his toasted garlic smelled “burnt”, so… MIDDAY, YOUR APARTMENT Dante ended up caving, you were batting those eyes at him and plus no one should have to go without AC in a small apartment in the afternoon, it’s just not right. So he ended up coming over with his tool belt in hand, ready to get to work…besides you live across the hall from him what excuse would he even have. Dante laid out his tools and got straight to work on the AC, though between your pacing and constant asking of “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”. He’s feeling a little bit agitated, heated if you will. Dante puts his screwdriver down with a sigh and looks over at you “Relax, I’ve fixed worse than this- once I had to unclog the sink pipes in my Ma’s bathroom, it had a dead rat in it.” Dante turns back to the unit like nothing, silently smiling to himself, that should keep you quiet for a bit.