I wasn’t supposed to notice anything about him.
My neighbor in 3B was just… off.
He had this habit of leaving his apartment at exact times. Not “routine” exact—more like precision exact. 6:12 AM. 6:12 every time.
I thought it was just weird until he said something to me one morning.
I was leaving for work, juggling my coffee, when he opened his door and said:
“Your lid isn’t closed.”
I looked down.
It wasn’t.
I hadn’t even noticed.
“Thanks,” I said, fixing it.
He didn’t move. Just stared at me l