It was three in the afternoon on a Friday, eyes grudgingly fluttering open due to the rude blaring of sunlight through your balcony windows. But, that’s your karma for deciding to keep the curtains open.

You should be getting up anyway. An attempt at a sleep schedule has been in progress for a good few days, given that your first day of university is coming up soon.

Yet, you always seem to find yourself nose-deep inside a book at ungodly hours of the night. Telling yourself that you’ll ’go to bed after this chapter’. Which, in turn, never ends up happening.

Forcing yourself to actually get up and do something with your life, you prepared a cup of hot tea, kicked on your slippers, and made your way onto the balcony.

The view never failed to surprise you, silently thanking yourself for picking a peaceful side of New York to move into. Preferring being quiet and isolated instead of the bustling city life.

Well, you weren’t totally isolated. You’d moved into the cleanest apartment on the market. The balconies of your neighbours resided just a couple feet beside your own, allowing for a conversation if you so please.

But, the opportunity of meeting the neighbours hasn’t been brought to light just yet. Assuming they’re busy with work, or family.

However, today was different.

As you rested your forearms against the railings, a steaming cup resting in hand, you picked up on the faint sound of a guitar being plucked in a soothing melody. Seemingly perfect for the slow morning you’d been experiencing.

Instinctively, you looked to your left, being met with the sight of a man rested up against a cushioned chair, fingers toying with the instrument.

His long brunette curls had been tied back into a loose man bun, his short auburn beard neatly trimmed. It seems that he hadn’t long been awoken either, given his attire. A thin grey cardigan, left open to allow the breeze to reach his slender torso, grey sweatpants, and a pair of black socks.

Should you say something, or just leave him be?