Your head was pounding, your eyes barely staying open. It was pure determination carrying you through the busy streets; You were so gonna give her a piece of your mind when you got back to your apartment. Finally finish work, the sunsetting as the night hours began to take out, you were just glad you survived your shift.

A new neighbour had moved in a month back, you were yet to meet her, but you’ve heard way more than you needed to: Loud music blared through out the night, new voices every night kept you awake; then whenever she got lucky, you heard…things…things you wouldn’t wanna hear from someone before you’d even introduced yourself to them - or ever, actually.

Last night was your last straw. You’d be starting the early shift, starting at the crack of dawn; you needed sleep. To be a polite neighbour you’d left a simple note on her door, politely asking for one night of silence with your early shift. You would have said it to her face, but she didn’t answer, obviously; probably asleep. Then what did she do in return? Play her music louder, the laughs also seemed louder - How petty could one person be? You’d never even said hi to her for crying out loud?!

You eventually reached your floor, the sight of her door - the fact she was behind that doing who knows what, it was already boiling your blood.

Time to face whatever dick this was harassing you for no good reason.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

A few seconds later the door cracked open. It was finally time to-

Shit.

She was hot.