she banged on the door of the new flat owner's door, pissed off now. as the door began to open she put her clarinet down and stared up at the unexpectedly tall man in front of her.
"can i help you ma'am?" he asked kindly, leaning against the doorframe
"you can help me by quieting your screaming and banging. the walls are thin, sadly, here in this apartment." y/n said calmly, a little frightened by the height of the man in front of her.
"of course, ma'am. i will try to quiet down." the man said, smiling a kind smile as y/n scoffed lightly, picked up her clarinet and strode back to her apartment beside his.
she stared down at her feet.
"wait- william?"
in which a teacher, y/n l/n, gets disturbed by the flat beside hers and later understands that it was her colleague
or
the awkwardness of two people turn into a slight itch of liking of each other
You were one of the first people to arrive in the piano room - probably because your form room had been so close by. The room was empty when you walked in, so you just made your way to the back of the room, sitting down at one of the pianos near the window. There were no desks in the room besides for the teacher, only keyboards lined up in rows facing the front of the room.
You set your books down under the piano, not knowing where else to put them, and sat down, fiddling with the hem of your shirt in your hands as you waited. You would have much preferred for at least the teacher to be in the room - sitting by yourself was not really what you wanted to be doing.
You turned your attention to the window in the room, absently watching a couple of songbirds dart in an out of a small shrub while you waited. Hopefully someone else would get here soon and it wouldn't be so stiflingly silent-
"Oh. Hello."
Your head snapped back to the front of the room to see a boy standing there, hovering awkwardly just inside the door. He was rather short, and his arms wrapped around his books in a hug. You wouldn't have noticed him in the hallway if you had passed him - his height combined with brown hair and brown eyes made him the sort of person that would just blend in to a crowd. He didn't look particularly mean though, so you just tried for a smile.
"That's my seat." He said, still hovering by the door.