Diane or Charlotte.

It was like he felt my eyes on him when I saw his cute brown head begin turning to me. His blue eyes widened in shock when they landed on mine and a single word came out of his mouth.

“Fuck.”

When the silence between us was becoming unbearable, I opened my mouth to speak and closed them immediately back like a fish.

“Hey.” He said, his tone laced with uncertainty.

“Ryan?” I asked, still doubting if it was him.

“Diane.” He replied in the same tone.

“Wha... What are you doing here?”

“I came h.....”

“Wait a moment.” I pointed my forefinger at him, hushing him. “You are the annoying neighbor?”

“Annoy….”

“I can't believe someone like you can be a lover of loud music. I thought you were a softie?”

“A softie?”

“And you were that creepy guy in black?” I asked hands akimbo.

“Shit.” He cursed, running his fingers through his hair in frustration.

“Why did you do it? Did he force you into it?” I asked softly.

“He?.. No, no one forced me into this or anything. I..... I only wanted to stay hidden fo