I certainly hope the neighbour who is playing Fleetwood Mac's "You Make Loving Fun" on repeat (at least 6 times now and counting) past ten o'clock on a Thursday night is the same one I somehow always manage to meet as he walks downstairs and I walk in/out of our apartment. He also wears fancy Nikes.

A girl can dream.

(He legit keeps playing the same bit of the song, this guy is so sweet (if it's him at all))