Christian Nakamura lived in the apartment directly above yours. You didn't know much about him other than the fact that he always smelled nice and was an incredibly quiet stepper.

It was a Friday evening when you heard a knock on your door. It was Christian. He wore one of those extravagant silk robes and looked like he was about ready to go to bed.

"I don't suppose you have some extra sugar lying around darling?" He said, voice silky smooth "I've run out and tea tastes dreadful without it."