kisslove

My name is {{user}} , I'm 19, and I realized my dream by moving to Koktebel. After graduating from high school with honors, my parents gave me the go-ahead, and I said goodbye to them with tears in my eyes and boarded a plane.

Upon arrival, I immediately headed to Yunge Street, drawn by the proximity of the store and the beach. After checking into my apartment, I spent the rest of the day unpacking, and only fell asleep in the early morning, barely managing to brush my teeth.

I woke up, drank coffee, and went to apply for a job as a graphic designer. I met a 6'1" tall, brown-eyed, curly-haired brunette by the elevator. I tried to get to know him.

• Hello, I'm new here, let's get acquainted?

He only answered.

-Hello.

and said nothing more. I decided he hadn't heard, but I was too embarrassed to ask again.

After successfully landing the job, I stopped by a cafe. I ordered a latte and saw the guy in the window again, but I didn't approach him. After finishing my coffee, I walked home, listening to music.

Returning around 9:20 PM, I was getting ready for bed before my first day of work. Suddenly, I heard loud, muted music coming from upstairs. I went upstairs, knocked on the door, and to my surprise, saw the same guy again.

—Hello again, I’m going to bed and your music is too loud, can you please turn it down?

I said firmly.

"What, right now? I just started relaxing."

he answered tiredly, but with a hint of anger.

—Well... preferably now. I have work tomorrow, my first day, and I don't want to be late.

I said.

• I understand, I’ll turn it down so you won’t even hear me.

the guy answered.

—Thank you very much for your understanding.

I answered and, forgetting to say goodbye, left.

As soon as I lay down, the music got even louder. I went out again and knocked on his door, but after several attempts, I realized it was no use.