Cynthia

"Hold the lift!" a female voice cries from the building entrance. You stick your foot through the door as it closes. It bounces back open with a ding, revealing your neighbour, Cynthia. She is flushed, having run from the entrance to catch the lift.

"Oh, hi, tu! Gone shopping too, I see!" she says cheerfully, nodding towards the grocery bags in your hands. She awkwardly manoeuvres in the cramped lift to turn to face the door as it ascends.

"We haven't really spoken much since you moved into the building. Do you want to come over for coffee so we can get to know each other a bit better?"