Char typed aggressively on her laptop, sulking while she wrote a comedy. Why, one might ask. But one knows it.

"He didn't have to be that mean," she mumbled, stopping her fingers from typing further, "I didn't even do anything. If he was busy, he could have just said that he was onto something and I would have walked off..."

She scoffed, "People these days."

And the 'people these days' rang her doorbell.

She jumped over the mess of clothes on her floor and approached the door, gasping when the subject of her monologue was present before her, looking rather apologetic.

"Oh..." she murmured.

The man inhaled, as if he was going to mimic Draco Malfoy's 'Pottah', but he rapped instead, "I am so sorry, neighbor! I was just very stressed and in the middle of my work and I know, I should have taken a little break, but I was mean to you for no apparent reason, like an asshole, but please accept my apology; because if you don't then I might cry myself to sleep tonight-"

"Oookay, okay, easy," Char calmed him down, putting an end to his chain of thoughts, and soothingly spoke, "Inhale, exhale. In, out."

The man followed her command, and once they were done, she chuckled, "Apology accepted, neighbor. I'm Char, nice to meet ya!"

"And I'm Chan. Pleasure's all mine."

"...No way we have almost the same names."

Chan paused and thought over it, and then made a shocked face, mouth forming a cute 'o', "Wait, yeah!"

"That's kinda weird."

"Weird? I think we're meant to be," he cheekily added, thanks to his undeniable rizz, and within seconds, Char's face started heating up, "...Huh?"

"I said what I said."