I didn't really like him. To be honest, he pretty much annoyed me every time we met in the hallway, at the mailbox or elsewhere.
I dunno what it was. He wasn't a bad guy, but something really turned me off.
This was, regarding jis personality. His looks though intrigued me from the day I saw him after he moved in. I kinda was a little dispointed when he turned out to be so... off. At least from my perspective.
One day though, this developed in an unexpected direction. Although I liked jus looks, the fact that I didn't like him didn't let me think of him in... usual circumstances.
But when I left my flat that one evening, in the mood for some change, I suddenly saw him from another perspective when the elevator opened to have him inside, coming from his flat one floor abough me.
My hand prsctically moved to my pocket alone, the pocket where you probsbly know what was inside.
And the rest is hinstory...
