Right after I finished carrying my last moving box, (all the way from my car, which happens to be five stories below me) I heard a funny knock. It kind of went like knock knock knock knock, followed by a male's voice saying "New neighbor," knock knock knock, "New neighbor," and one more time again.
I had also just sat down, to make manners worse. I don't know how I did it, but I got up and opened the door only to ding a man in his early-middle thirties dressed in a kind of funny and cute shirt of that one superhero (the green lamp or whatever.) He was also pretty tall (about 6ft 1?) with nerdy yet cute brown hair neatly patted down on top of brown eyes. He wore brown shoes and striped pants? What the- never mind.
Before I got a chance to greet him he looked at the ground with his head (and I could tell that this guy must write an indoors person or something because besides being scrawny, he had a little of a hunched back) then met my own brown eyes and said, "Greetings, as I was sitting down silently, I couldn't help but hear an unusual amount of extra footsteps just outside my own apartment. Which happens to be right under yours. And by your tired pose and exceeding amount of unpacked boxes including a la k of furniture, I am confident to assume that you either have recently moved in or you are an above average robot designed by future me, that was made to make irregular noises to get present me's attention in order to tell me an urgent message on how to save the future world from some evil force. And if that's the case please tell me already. Don't worry, there is no one within earshot."
Wow, so much for a "welcome." God, I thought he would never shut up. And what's with the whole "future robot" thing? Is this a prank? Well whatever it is I have no idea where its heading at.
"Um, no sorry, it's just me, Nalia Mendelseno. And your first guess-"
"Oh darn, I was hoping for some insight of the future. Anyway, I am Dr. Sheldon Cooper who, as I stated before, happens to live right downstairs with Dr. Leonard Halstater. Good luck unpacking all of those boxes. We'll be running into each other later, I assure you."
I don't know why, but I wanted to know more about this tall, skinny, nerdy, yet somehow cute guy.
"Wait," I said just as he was turning around, a puzzled look was on his nerdy cute face. "Don't you want for me to get to know you better? And you to me?"
I waited for his response but he just stood there, as if considering his response or whether to respond or not.
I stepped forward and pit my hand up to shake hands with him. He did and said, "Hello downstairs neighbor, I am an almost-doctor Nalia Mendelseno, and I just got a new job at the clinic\lab right across that one physics university. I am a registered nurse on her way to becoming a doctor or biologist or neurologist, with a good interest in books and physics too."
When I added the fact that I had an interest in physics, his face has less of puzzled look and more into an interesting one. I saw when he observed my gray fan girl shirt and my black shorts and flip-flops. And my brown hair in a messy bun.
"Alright, Nalia, let me tell you a bit more about me; I work at that physics university you just named, as a theoretical physicist and my friend, Leonard, who happens to live with me, is an experimental physicist. We aren't medical doctors, as you have probably already figured, but instead with PhD's and are- what's the slang term? Oh, right, 'brain acts.'" Next he did this weird wheezing sound that sounded kind of like a laugh and went ehehihe. Talk about weird.
Another weird thing was that I found him attractive. Something about his formal way of talking I found attractive.