The Neighbor

972 Days

You knocked on Shamar's door, Amanda by your side. He opened. His eyes were red, and there was smoke in his apartment from a thick blunt.

"What do you want? I'm not making any noise," he said accusingly. This was going to be awkward. He kept you up many a night with his fucking, and you'd had the audacity to complain about it a few times.

"Umm ... it's not about that. Can we grab a bite somewhere, our treat? We have a proposition for you." He stared at Amanda, who was nervous, butterflies coursing through her stomach.

"Sure."