For the next few weeks, the disturbances are next to nothing. Maybe one of her neighbors has been able to convince the other to shut the music off. Or at least just to invest in a decent pair of headphones.
Or so she thought.
Later that night, Weiss is at her kitchen table with her notes for an ethics class scattered across the tabletop. Dance music beats begin to blare through the walls. Even her water begins to ripple in the glass on the table. She puts on her own headphones and tries to drown out the sound. But the bass from the neighboring apartment's music still shakes through.
Finally, after a few hours of trying to study, Weiss is fed up and grabs her books and notes. She quickly gathers everything into her school bag and makes her way out of the front door, off to the little office space her apartment complex has. On her way there, she stops by the neighbors' apartment, attempting to yet again confront her noisy neighbor, knocking loudly on the door. She is wholly unsurprised when it goes without answer.
When she retreats back to her apartment hours later, she finds the noise has subsided. At least she would be able to sleep.
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Bright and early the next morning, just after eight, Weiss makes her way over to the neighbors' and bangs loudly on their front door. The same black haired woman from before answers.
She looks like she's worked for days with no rest. Her hair is slightly disheveled, like she had been in bed. Even still, Weiss finds herself looking at her a little more intently than she should be.
"Good morning." She says in her usual matter of fact tone. "Well it would be a good morning if your roommate were more respectful of the neighboring apartments."
"Was she loud again? I'm sorry." A sigh falls from her mouth and the look of exhaustion nearly overwhelms the face of the woman in front of her, but Weiss can't give in.
"I know it's not your fault and I don't want to complain to the management if I don't have to. But it's getting ridiculous."
"I will speak with her again." This time the woman takes in a deep breath before letting it out slowly. Weiss isn't sure if she just does't want to be bothered, or if she's truly exhausted. "I don't mean to be rude in any way, but I just worked a twelve hour shift and I'm extremely tired."
"Oh." Weiss finally looks away from golden eyes, pretending to find something more interesting to look at on the ground. "I didn't mean to disturb you by complaining about being disturbed."
"No, no. It's fine. You have every right to be upset. I wouldn't appreciate loud music playing constantly while I was trying to study or sleep. So I get it." A small smile pulls at the corner of the woman's mouth, the tiredness still weighing heavily on her eyes.
"I won't keep you any longer. But if you could say something to your roommate again for me, I would greatly appreciate it."
"Absolutely. And I'm really sorry, again. I will do what I can to get it under control."
"Thank you." Weiss says as she takes a few steps backwards towards the stairs to the parking lot.
"Have a good rest of your day." The woman waves before slowly closing the door, the small clicking sound signifying it was fully shut.
"You too." Weiss utters just above a whisper, but the door is already closed.
As she gets in her car and begins the drive to campus, she wonders what her semi mysterious neighbor does for a living. Did she also go to school like Weiss, and she worked night shifts to pay for school? Or did she just have a job that required those kinds of shifts? Weiss had only seen her around the apartment complex, really only outside their doors, and she had always been dressed in normal street wear. No uniforms or other clothing that gave off any ideas.
It was something that kept Weiss thinking way more than she would've liked about something that had no relation to her classwork or any of the lectures she attended that day.