Just Ignore him

What the Hell does he want. You close the blinds and walk away.

Dressed in clothes you like, you begin the day. But in your living room, you smell something bad. It’s a trash smell. You trace the sticky smell to the service trash bin just outside your door. It’s not just you. Some of the neighbors have smelled it to, as you saw your neighbor open and close her door quickly.

You curse out loud. Your trash bin is the only one left overnight. The neighbor who opened her door leaves her apartment. Dolled in heels, and a perky blouse, the mousey female quickly steps by you. Not looking you in the eye.

You try for her attention and she flashes a cheeky smile. But she moves quickly. Damnit this should have been picked up last night.