I saw my new neighbor today. The flat next to mine’s been vacant a while, so I’m sure that this new boy has taken it. I’ve never seen him in the building before. He’s flawless and I must meet him. I’ll certainly introduce myself next time.
He cooks. I heard the sound of pans clanking through the open window which, like me, he keeps open year-round; I heard the threefold tap of a wooden spatula against a pan; and I heard the faint crack of an egg followed closely by the sizzle of its whites on a non-stick cooking surface. Breakfast smelled good. When it was finished I heard water steaming as my new neighbor immediately scrubbed the dishes.