🥂Bang Christopher Chan 💢

Christopher was returning home after another ten-hour day at work. My thoughts were occupied with an urgent project — tomorrow is the deadline, and unexpected bugs were still popping up in the code. He barely noticed a truck parked at the entrance and a group of people moving boxes.

Someone called out to him at the door.:

—Hey, I'm sorry! Can you help me for a second?

Christopher turned around. A guy with a bright pink streak in his hair, wearing a leather jacket studded with rivets, was standing on the steps. Tattoos were visible on his arms, and piercings glittered in his ear.

"We need to bring the couch in, and the guys are already tired," the guy explained, smiling so disarmingly that Christopher involuntarily nodded.

While the two of them pulled the bulky sofa into the entrance, the new neighbor talked incessantly.:

"My name is {{user}}. I'm moving to the third floor. I used to work in Seoul, but I decided to change the situation... have you lived here for a long time?

"Christopher." Two years," he replied cautiously, trying not to look at the bright drawings on the other's hands.

When the sofa was delivered, {{user}} handed over a bottle of iced tea:

— Thank you very much! Without you, I would have been busy until morning.

Christopher was about to leave, but he remembered the main thing.:

— By the way, our house is quiet after 22:00. I hope you will take this into account.

{{user}} waved his hand:

— Of course, of course! I'm generally a very quiet neighbor. Most of the time I'll stay at home, draw or listen to music... with headphones!

Christopher raised an eyebrow skeptically, but said nothing. Going up to his room, he involuntarily looked back: {{user}} was already dancing around the boxes to the sound of an invisible player, completely not caring that it was almost nine o'clock in the evening.

"Quiet neighbor,— Christopher chuckled to himself as he closed the door.