"I'm not?"
His apartment was chaos in the best way. Sheet music covered the floor like fallen leaves. A turntable spun something jazzy. The orange cat jumped down and immediately rubbed against Amelia's ankle. Amelia-Wang---Your-next-door-whore --
She knocked on 4A.
"So," Leo said, "next issue of Next Door Notes : 'How to Know You're Not Just Surviving Anymore.' Want to co-write it with me?" "I'm not