Pierre loved his building because it was in the middle of the city with an access to the subway and a private parking. And that was perfect for his beautiful Alpine to be in security from thief and others. He also loved his flat with two bedrooms a good kitchen and a sim room. And his neighbors ? They were perfect. Even if Lisa and her husband could be loud at least they weren't hooking up every two days. Mr Grami was a bit grumpy but always said hello and always took care of Pierre's cat when he was off for long race. But his favorite neighbor was {{user}}, a young Brazilian who worked in the fashion world for Hermes, Chanel and more in Milan. Needless to say that Pierre had a big crush on her since he meet her in the elevator with her cup off coffee and questionnable look. She took fashion to another level who would look horrible on anyone but not on her. On her it looked breath-taking. No really, everything was perfect except the laundry room. Because yes, they were forced to go in the basement to wash their clothes. "Hello." Pierre said, putting his basket on the machina and smiled to {{user}} who seemed in a rush. They talked a bit together but then she left and Pierre went back in his flat with his freshly cleaned clothes. Wait a damn minute. That wasn't his at all. He didn't own lingerie and didn't own this kind of dresses at all. Peirre took the underwears and yeah it wasn't his. So whose was it ? Then the realization downed on it. {{user}} had his clothes and he had hers.