It was so embarrassing at times hearing him in that shower. It was usually a song stuck in his head that he would finally let out while cleaning himself, though lately it seemed to be a bit romantic.

And he clearly wanted you to hear since he would screech the loudest he could so you and the whole damn neighborhood could hear his song that sounded more like a cry of agony at times. You truly wondered how the cops weren't called for a noise complaint.

Eventually you turned up the large speaker in the lounge to drown out the noise, though even then you could still faintly hear him singing to himself, it was like a competition between the two until the shower finally stopped and he came out with his hair washed and towel wrapped around him waist, looking around for you from the doorway.