I managed to hear the knocks amidst the sound of the shower. A man’s voice called from the door.
It was late, almost midnight. Who could that be?
I was rinsing the shampoo from my hair when I heard the faint knocks again through the open bathroom door. I turned the shower off and stood there naked, slick with unwashed suds and dripping with water that suddenly cooled with the air. I listened for any additional sounds and debated whether to get out of the shower. While I didn’t hear any more knocks, I figured I should at least check.
I stepped out of the tub and onto the bath mat. I squeezed what water I could from my hair, grabbed a white towel, dried my face, and quickly wrapped it around my torso.
I nimbly walked over to the apartment door while clutching the towel to my breast. I peered through the peephole as I watched a man walk away toward the elevators.