Metallica thumped against the walls of his apartment. It was four oâclock in the evening, and his neighbors were used to him playing music obnoxiously loud at random intervals. Though most of them were at work. Heâd taken the day off to spend a day at the park with his daughter, and now she was with his mother for some âgirl time.â Heâd had two shots of Jack Daniels and was nodding his head along with Metallicaâs Nothing Else Matters as he finished putting the dishes in the dish washer and running a cycle. This was how he liked it. Loud music blurring out his thoughts.Â
When he was done, he sat on the couch and listened to the rest of the song. But as the vinyl finished and spun to a stop, he felt utterly and completely bored. He hadnât had adult company in a while, and to be honest, he could use it. So he ended up scrolling through his phone, finding his friend and neighbor Skyeâs name, and decided it would be easy for either of them to stop over at each otherâs place and hang out. If she werenât busy. It wasnât long before sheâd agreed and was heading over, bringing wine. He had a pizza ordered and Pink Floydâs Brain Damage now filled the air around him at half volume as he started another record. Hearing the knock, he made his way towards the entryway and swung open the door. He smiled softly as his blue eyes met hers, and moved out of the way to allow her entrance into the apartment. âHey,â he offered, smile still pulling at his lips. âRare occurrence that weâre both child-free for the evening...â he said lightly. âPizza should be here in 20. Make yourself at home.â