You had put your sweat and tears into making your tiny place look like home. The lamps, the wooden furniture, beautiful paintings and framed pictures on your walls, the plants, the carpets, all of it, it and you didn't have anyone to invite over. It was safe to say you felt a little frustrated.

Every time you walked out your door and stared at all of the other doors, you thought about just knocking and asking them to come over for some tea, but that would be very weird and stupid to do, so you didn't, you just sighed and went to work.

So, one day, when you finally stepped out of your apartment to find one of your neighbors outside of theirs, your heart jumped. It was a very tall guy, dark hair with a serious face -- he had a nose ring, the light reflected on it when he turned --, and black glasses. Wow, you did not expect that.

From then, even if you two didn't talk, you'd see the handsome and very stylish tall guy next door every single time you went out to work in the morning. You did want to talk, but he didn't seem to reciprocate that feeling, since he barely ever spared you a glance.