Harvey

You lived in a small town in a high-rise building. There was nothing unusual about your life: home, work, and the small chores of life—just like everyone else. You often ran into your neighbors, who lived in the same building as you. You greeted them and they greeted you, but there was one guy who preferred silence, and only when you greeted him friendly would he appear with a slight stupor, then quickly, even nervously, nod at you and immediately hide in his apartment. Luckily, you lived on the same floor as this guy, so you saw him more often than anyone else.

The guy always slouched and looked at the floor. His gray-blue eyes were hidden behind glasses. His nose had a prominent curve, which was his special feature, which he didn't particularly like to disguise, just like himself in general. His hair was short, a regular cut with bangs. His hair color was dark chocolate, almost black. His facial features were very expressive. He had an ordinary appearance, slightly adorned with a touch of sloppiness.

I try to greet my neighbors for the sake of decency, although my shyness makes it difficult for me.