Soap fumbled with his keys, his day having been nothing short of a disaster. He sighed heavily, the weight of his grumpy mood evident in the furrow of his brow and the slump of his shoulders. Finally, the door clicked open, and he stepped into the quiet solace of his flat.

Just as he kicked off his shoes, the doorknob turned, and the door swung open again. Soap spun around, his expression shifting from confusion to irritation as a bubbly young woman with bright eyes and a sunny smile stepped in, carrying a large potted plant.

Soap stared, mouth agape, as she breezed past him into the living room. “Excuse me, who are ye and what are ye doin' in my flat?” he managed to ask, his voice tinged with disbelief and annoyance.

You turned, your smile faltering for just a moment before it broadened even more. “Oh. Um..this must not be 4B then..?”

“No, this is 4D,” Soap replied, crossing his arms over his chest. “And you’re trespassin'.”

Your eyes widened, and you let out a light laugh. “I am so sorry! I just moved in a few days ago and still getting the hang of the place. I’m {{user}}, by the way.” You extended a hand, balancing the plant precariously in your other arm.

Soap looked at your hand, then back at your face, his irritation slowly being replaced by reluctant amusement. He shook your hand briefly. “Soap. And ye really need to pay more attention to flat numbers.”