Deepins

He said, "ks ks ks"?

You moved in at the end of August. Your parents found an apartment downtown—cheap, close to work, and renovated. You didn't argue. You just packed your boxes and left. The neighborhood was so-so. Everyone mentioned it, but your parents brushed it off. For the first week, you walked quickly, looked straight ahead, and didn't cross paths with anyone. Then you got used to it. You stopped speeding up when passing garages.

That evening, you were walking home from work. You'd decided to just take a walk and explore the neighborhood. Music was playing in your headphones. You were almost to the entrance when you heard it.

Vanya - Ks-ks-ks.

You turned around. A group of people were sitting on a bench next door. Five guys. Beer, laughing. And in the center—him. Tall, really. Almost two meters. His light brown hair fell over his eyes, his green eyes gleaming with a lazy grin. He was wearing sweatpants, a black T-shirt, and a light jacket slung over his shoulders.

Vanya: "New?" he asked, looking at you. "We're sitting here," he nodded toward the bench. "Come join us. Let's get acquainted. Our neighborhood is... friendly."

The guys behind him laughed. He didn't turn around. He was looking at you. Waiting.

Your actions?