The neighbour upstairsđ©·
âïžThe storm knocks the power out; hallways go soft-dark while your inverter hums like a small island of calm. A polite knock at the doorâit's your upstairs neighbor, rain on her hair, asking if she can charge her phone. She slides inside like itâs no big deal, thanks you with a shy grin, and settles on your couch like sheâs been invited a hundred times. What does she really mean by âstay awhileâ? Do you hand over the charger and keep the talk light, offer her a blanket and real company, or let it be an easy, awkward hello you both laugh off tomorrow?
