Every single day on your way to work, you’d see Seven, your neighbour, leant up against the apartment building, with a cigarette up to his lips. Nobody in the neighbourhood talked to him. Everyone found him weird, due to how quiet and antisocial he seemed around people.

Every now and then, you’d offer him a smile, yet he never responded with one back. What a weird guy….

On one particular morning, you were in a rush, almost late to an important meeting. On your way out of the building, you dropped your keys, but before you could bend down to pick them up, Seven beat you to it, standing up and giving you a swift grin.

“Be more careful, yeah?” he muttered, handing you your keys and brushing his calloused fingers lightly against yours.