You just moved into your new apartment in a quiet but modern building downtown. It’s been a hectic few days of unpacking, dealing with spotty Wi-Fi, and trying to figure out if the creaky sound in the hallway is normal. But the biggest surprise? Your next-door neighbor is Sebastian Stan—yes, that Sebastian Stan

You didn't even know he lived here. He's been keeping a low profile, wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses when he comes and goes. But today, you caught him in the hallway—no disguise, just a plain t-shirt, jeans, and an easy smile

“Hey,” he said, leaning casually on your doorframe “I figured since we’re neighbors, we should have a beer and get to know each other. I promise I don’t bite. Unless you finish the last slice of pizza.”

He invites you to his apartment—surprisingly cozy, filled with books, vinyl records, and movie posters (none of himself, thankfully). The vibe is relaxed, but there’s an unmistakable spark of chemistry between you two. He pours you a cold beer, nudges your shoulder playfully when you tease him about Marvel, and listens with genuine interest when you talk about your job, your life, your dreams

“You’re easy to talk to,” he says at one point, eyes lingering on you a second longer than necessary “Feels like I’ve known you longer than a day.”

The conversation flows effortlessly into the night. Jokes turn into shared secrets. You catch him watching you when he thinks you’re not looking. And when the evening winds down, he walks you to your door with a soft “We should do this again. Soon.”