Holly was finishing up some work emails when she heard a knocking sound. She clicked send on her computer, walked over to the door of the apartment, and peeped through the peephole.
All that was there was an empty hallway.
Despite growing up in the big city and having an uncle who was cast in the mold of J. J. Bittenbinder, Holly opened the door to check.
Nothing.
Well, 16C had left her shoes in the hall again and 16E still had a Christmas wreath on her door in June, but it was mostly nothing.
She went back into her apartment and went to sit in her chair when she heard the knocking again. It didn’t sound like somebody was hitting her door. Rather, it sounded like glass. Feeling a little bit of panic, she looked at her window.
There she saw her boyfriend Steve with a goofy smile plastered onto his face. It looked as though he were saying something, but Holly couldn’t hear through the glass.
She made a few indecipherable motions his way, before pulling out her phone. She texted him three times in rapid succession.
I can’t hear you.
These windows don’t open.
What are you doing?
The reply came: I WATCHED THOSE 1980S MOVIES YOU LIKE. NOW THAT I AM YOUR BOYFRIEND, I THOUGHT I SHOULD ACT LIKE THE BOYFRIENDS OF THE 80S.
Those guys climbed trees to get to the second floor in order to avoid parents. You’re on the 16th floor.
ROMANTIC, HUH?