Your apartment complex isn’t the most socially vibrant. There are no hosted events like an RA would for their dorm, you seldom greet the doorman who nods at you in passing each day. You’re confident you know who’s been swiping your packages from the mailroom.

The units on each floor are sparsely populated. You can’t tell if it’s because of rent prices or if living in shoddy conditions isn’t trendy anymore.

Maybe it still is, though. When you’ve returned to your doorstep with a paper bag filled with this week’s groceries cradled in your left arm, you spot an unfamiliar face a few feet away. His back is turned to you, but the two moving boxes beneath his unit’s doorway explain his presence.

Your fresh produce spilling from the bottom of the brown paper bag is what breaks the silence.