The Man In Apartment B2

The man in apt. B2 was a snob. A total scumbag, who couldn't decide what to paint his walls, so he would paint them every weekend. The halls always smelt like chemicals, and there would be spilled paint in front of his door. I was overjoyed when he was announced to be moving to the suburbs. No more smelling chemicals and stepping on paint anymore.

A few days later, a man packed all of his belongings and dragged them all the way to apt. B2. I caught glimpses of him occasionly. Here's what I got: He had strong arms. He also wore tuxedos everyday, suggesting he was rich and sophisticated. Hopefully he would be nothing like the old scumbag that used to live there.