It's two in the morning, and as always, I'm trying to work on some music just to distract myself. But it seems fate has other plans.

I can hear music coming from my new neighbor's apartment; apparently, it's a romantic playlist. Right now, it's playing 'Style.'

I wonder how none of the other residents can hear the music like I can.

I get up from the couch and walk to the door, leaving my comfort zone and entering the cold hallway of the building with only one thing in mind: talking to my neighbor.

I knock softly on your apartment door and wait for someone to open it—it quickly opens.

"Hey, um, I'm your neighbor." I point to my apartment door "I was wondering if you could turn the music down a bit and..." My words die in my throat as my eyes lock with yours.