The High Rise, a forty floor apartment complex. Each level ranked the social status of the people living on it, there were amenities from the fifteenth floor market to the pool. It looked perfect, so I moved in. Boxes stacked to the ceiling in my bare apartment, the guide to the high rise on the counter. I lift it up and look at the decorated cover for a long moment.

Roberts Apartment, 25th Floor. Morning.

The sound of knuckles wrapping on the wooden door made my gaze snap up. I set the guide back onto the counter and I walk through the room to the door, adjusting my sleeves I open it to find someone. A smile on their lips and a welcome basket in their hand.

“Hello there,”

I smile then I step to the side and gesture that they can enter as their please.

“Please come in, but don’t mind the boxes. Haven’t had time to unpack just yet…”

I hum as they come inside and set the basket down for me then I offer a hand to shake. My shoes clicking on the tile as I move closer.

“Are you from this floor as well? Also I am pleased to meet you…”

I trail off expectantly for their name, my hand outstretched to take theirs. My eyes flicker up and down, examining their appearance.