"Francesca Adams, correct?" The stubby, elderly woman behind the counter of Pine Acres Apartments asked; her voice sweeter than strawberries.
"Yes," I looked at her name tag, "Sarah."
"Oh, you know my name! How flattering!" She giggled, her cheeks rosy, each wrinkle crinkled into a smile. "Here is your key for Apartment 38. Have a good day!"
The Pine Acres Apartment's parking lot was filled with cars; seemed to be a busy place.
I hauled my bags to the elevator, to the 3rd floor.
The elevator dinged, so I made my way down the black and white corridor. A faint noise was drifting through the air. Piano?
My eyebrows knitted together in confusion. The noise grew louder as I came closer to my room. As soon as I reached the door, it was booming through my ears. The room right next to me.
Coming from Apartment Thirty-Nine.
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Apartment Thirty-Nine ~d.j.h~
Fiksi PenggemarFrancesca Adams, the dreamer of apartment thirty-eight in Pine Acres Apartments is interrupted on a daily basis by the classical piano booming through the thin walls of her room neighbor and also towel boy, Dan Howell.
