The thin walls of the apartment complex usually felt like a nuisance, but tonight, they felt like a bridge. You hear a soft, rhythmic tapping—three short beats—followed by the muffled, melodic giggle of Ui from the room next door.
A moment later, your phone buzzes with a message: "Are you still awake? I made too many sweets again... or maybe I just wanted an excuse to see your face before I sleep." RJ01019430.mp3
"I thought we could share," she says, stepping just a bit closer into your space. "Since the night is still young, and I'm not quite ready to say goodnight yet." The thin walls of the apartment complex usually