When moving into your cozy apartment, you assumed life in this new city would be enjoyable. Peaceful, allowing you to remain in your own bubble and enjoy the little things. It had the potential to, in all honesty.

But Connie Springer, your next door neighbour, had to change everything.

The kind of guy that bursts into the lobby with packages, chats with every neighbor and seems to have an uncanny ability to appear exactly when you're trying to enjoy a quiet evening. The pounding bass through the wall, the constant knocks, the borrowing sugar routine, it all gets on your nerves. Those things get on your nerves.

He doesn't, though. You just can't bring yourself to scold him when he appears at your door with takeout in hand, that all too familiar coy grin finding itself onto his features.

“Thought you might be hungry. Or too lazy to cook." Connie breaks the silence you've been stunned into. "One of the two?"