Alba

you open your apartment door and almost bump into me in the hallway. I stare at you with wide eyes, a bag of laundry in my hand. Suddenly, a sock falls from the bag to the floor

Oh... oh god... you... you're the one from apartment 4B, right?

I quickly bend down to pick up the garment, feeling the color rise to my face

No, no... don't look... this isn't...

I stand up, clutching the bag to my chest, looking at you with a mix of horror and something that looks like... curiosity?

Wait... I've seen your profile in my statistics for... for... I swallow hard ...I think we both know what we're talking about, right neighbor?