Gael had this ridiculous smile painted on his face as he came back to Angela's floor. He had a hand in his pocket while the other held her purse as he walked to her door.
The noise from the new neighbors had died down when he passed by, but he made a mental note to have their backgrounds checked just in case. Mrs. Robinson, the woman who gave them the casserole a couple of days ago, seemed to be a sweet woman. It was hard to picture their family having troubles when a woman like her was in their family. She did say they could be loud sometimes—was this what she meant then?
Arriving in front of Angela's door, he subconsciously raised a fist to knock, only to stop mid-air. 'Right. I don't have to,' he thought.
Gael punched the code into the panel and a chime followed by a click sounded. The door unlocked before him, and this gave him a strange yet satisfying feeling.
