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The third apartment on Clarke’s floor is only vacant for a couple of weeks before someone moves in. She makes cookies (from store-bought dough, because she’s not much of a baker) and brings them over, intending to invite him to the new-neighbor party she’s going to throw for him, but when he answers the door he’s in nothing but a pair of sweats and his dark hair is sticking up everywhere and she’s not even sure he’s awake.
(It’s four in the afternoon.)
“Hi. Sorry. Did I wake you?”
“Hnh?”
“I’m Clarke. I live in 4B. Did I wake you?”
He rubs his face and yawns. “Kinda.”
She hands him the plate of cookies. “Uh, well, welcome to the building. I was going to invite you to a little party I’m throwing this weekend, but maybe I should come back later.”
“I can’t,” he says immediately. “I work nights.”
“Oh. Well. Sorry I woke you up.”
“Thanks for the cookies,” he says. He doesn’t shut the door until after she goes back to her apartment.