Harry arrived at his apartment floor exhausted that Friday around 6:00 PM. His boss had been acting like a complete asshole all day just because his computer kept glitching with the tracks they’d been working on and, as expected, Harry — the senior producer who still hadn’t been promoted to main producer at the label — ended up paying for all of it.

But someday his career would finally level up and he’d be able to stop working for Fred’s idiotic ass.

Those were his thoughts as he walked down the hallway with his backpack hanging from one shoulder, rubbing his forehead tiredly. His white shirt and loose pants were slightly messy, though nothing a good shower couldn’t fix.

Still, his steps — and his thoughts — were interrupted by a very pleasant sight that instantly made his cheeks flush.

There she was, leaning forward with her apartment door wide open.

Clearly new.

She was unpacking boxes while music played somewhere inside the apartment. The place was still mostly empty, barely any furniture yet, but with her standing there, the lack of furniture didn’t even matter.

Because she was there… wearing nothing but a white tank top and pink panties.

Door wide open to the public while she absentmindedly hummed along to the song playing.

Harry tried not to stare, but it was almost impossible. She had an incredibly beautiful body, and if only he could see her face—

“Excuse me,” Harry spoke, clearing his throat before he could overthink it. She still didn’t turn around, so he tried again. “Hey, excuse me—”