Only in a few windows of River House the light was burning: nowadays it is difficult to enforce someone to settle on the outskirts. Where else can you find a free patch of blue sky? Dave just wanted to stay away from anything clogged, he wasn't a hermit. Or just thought so.
Third floor. The bell is ringing with a creaky irritating noise. No one opens the door, so the noise seems to be eternal. One, two, three minutes. They are playing "who is more stubborn game".
I didn't call the plumber. It's the wrong door, young man.
I'm not a plumber. I'm Steve, Steve Jenkins. I'm pleased to be your new neighbour.
So where are your manners, Steve?
Even the name sounded like a swear word coming from Dave.
I lived in a city center before. I was offered a new university program and here I am, this building is much closer to everything I need. Is there anything I need to know about the house? For how long you've been living here? I've recently broken up with my girlfriend and now this moving…
Listen…
So I wonder, maybe we can have a beer and discuss our acquaintance? I'm not very obnoxious, people say I'm good at cracking jokes. And what is your name, by the way? Sorry, I babble so much.
Steve was staring at Dave with a blissful smile without any feeling of tension, while tension was the only thing Dave could feel.
Steve, I'm very busy right now. I need to finish the project and honestly feel tired as hell. Try to catch me up tomorrow.
So maybe we...
Have a nice evening, Steve.
"What a fool", - Dave thought to himself and slammed doors. He was going to have a cozy evening with Charlize Theron on the screen in peaceful silence. It got really dark outside and only some lanterns were spreading a soft light on the streets. These humid days everyone should stay home.
Steve speeded up and soon was crossing 4th Avenue whistling. The confectionary should be still open. No one would resist a person with a cake, right? And tomorrow will be another day.
I like this story. The plot looks funny and rather persuasive.)
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