Joe decided that there was nothing better after a long day than stepping out of the lift and towards the front door, knowing that relaxation was only moments away.
And so when the lift doors opened onto his floor, he let out a sigh, pushing himself off of the wall and out from them, digging his keys out of his pocket.
Just as he went to search for the key that unlocked his flat, his eyes caught on a sight.
There was a woman, about his age, dancing.
Clearly she thought she was alone, because there was no shame in her movements as she danced around the small hallway, her eyes closed, and from the slim white cord dangling from her head, headphones in.
The lift doors slide shut behind him, and so Joe was trapped. But also captivated.
He felt a smile tug at his lips as he watched the stranger move around the small space, the faint sound of her music reaching his ears. He wasn’t sure who she was, but judging by the bag tossed beside the door across from his, he assumed it was his new neighbour that had moved in just over a month ago.
Somehow, they always managed to just miss each other, and now Joe was wondering how he hadn’t noticed the vibrant woman before.
His door was on the other side of her, but he didn’t want to interrupt her dancing, although he briefly wondered why she was dancing in the hallway instead of inside of her flat, so he leaned against the wall, laughing softly to himself.
Only a minute more passed before she sees him.
And when she did, she froze, her cheeks flushing red as she tugged the headphones out of her ears.
“Hello,” Joe smiled over at her.
“Uhm, hi. How long…”
“Not long,” He told her, pushing himself off of the wall. “I didn’t want to interrupt your flow though.”
“This is embarrassing.” She mumbled, fiddling with the cord.
“No worries, love.” He found the key to his door, lifting his eyes back to her, “But I do have one question?”
“Yes,” He laughed, “Why are you dancing in the hallway?”
“Oh.” She brushed the hair out of her face, “I lost my keys.”
“Ah, that makes sense. I’m Joe, by the way. I live there.” He pointed at the door just past her.
“Y/N. I live here.” She pointed at her door.
“Nice to finally meet you, Y/N.” He smiled over at her again.
“You too. And uhm, do you know what I should do? About the whole key situation?”
“Normally, I’d say call the building manager,” Joe slipped the key into his lock, “But there was a notice posted downstairs saying he was out of town until morning.”
“Convenient.” Y/N mumbled, falling back against the wall beside her door.
He looked at her, making a sudden decision, “Want to come over for dinner?”
“Well, it’d be bad neighbour behaviour to leave you out here alone. So, do you want to come over for dinner?”
“Are you sure? What if I’m some killer?”
“Y/N, I just saw you dancing in our hallway. I don’t think you’re a killer.”
“Fair enough,” Laughing, she bent over to pick up her bag, “Then dinner sounds lovely.”
“Come on in,” Joe stepped to the side, allowing her to step into his flat.
This was either a really stupid idea, or a really good idea.
And hours later, as the two sat on the couch, laughing loudly over the story Y/N had just told, Joe decided it was a really good idea.
“That is great,” He said breathlessly, running a hand through his hair. “I cannot believe you did that.”
“My best friend dared me! I would never actually do it.”
“Sure,” He grinned over at her, finishing the last of his drink.
“I wouldn’t!” She protested, shaking her head, a smile on her lips.
Over the past couple of hours, Joe had learned a great deal about his neighbour, one of them being that he really liked her smile.
And that maybe he really liked her.
The entire night had been easy and comfortable, the two of them cooking dinner and chatting. They had discovered that they had quite a bit in common, jumping from topic to topic. He wondered why he hadn’t met his neighbour sooner.
Noticing the yawn that Y/N attempted to poorly hide, Joe stood from the couch, picking up the other glass from the table. “Tired?”
“A little,” She admitted, standing and following him into the kitchen. “Suppose I should call a friend and see if I can crash with them.”
“It’s like..eleven thirty. You aren’t going anywhere.”
“What? Joe, I can’t get into my place!”
“I know, you can crash in my guest room.”
“I couldn’t,” She shook her head, “You’ve already done so much.”
“Take the offer, Y/N.”
“Fine. But I owe you.”
“You can make me breakfast in the morning,” Joe smiled, “Room’s this way.”
He lead her over to the guest room, pointing out where extra towels were along the way. He remained in the doorway as she sat on the bed.
“Oh, do you want anything to sleep in?”
“No,” Y/N replied, “I’ll be fine with what I’m wearing.”
“I’m just upstairs if you need anything.”
“Alright. Then, goodnight.” He nodded, turning and heading back for the kitchen.
After the lights were turned off, he was heading for the stairs when her voice stopped him.
“Yeah?” She stood in the doorway of the guest room, biting lightly on her bottom lip.
“One last thing…”
She walked over to him quickly, placing a hand on his arm before kissing him on the cheek softly. “Thank you, for tonight.”
“Oh, you’re welcome.” Joe scratched the back of his neck, his cheeks warming slightly.
“Goodnight,” Y/N smiled at him, turning around slowly and walking back to the guest room.
“Night,” He called back when she glanced over her shoulder, closing the door behind her.
Yup, Joe decided as he climbed up the stairs, a really really good idea.