I banged on the door. “Yo, Chris! Are you in there? Stop jerkin’ off! I need to borrow your printer!” I waited patiently for a few seconds. No response. I raised my hand to knock again when the door swung in, revealing Chris’s exasperated face, his brown eyes glaring at me. I held up my flash drive. “I just need to print out my essay, is that okay?”
He sighed. “Sure, come on. Make it quick.”
“What kind of a greeting is that?” I asked, as he shut the door behind me. “Is that any way to say hello to your beautiful neighbor?”
“Like you’re one to talk, Lisa. You nearly gave me a heart attack with that Verdun of a hello of yours. How do you knock so loud? You’re like, a hundred pounds.”
I flexed my arm and smiled. “You didn’t think I did all that taekwondo for nothing, did ya? Don’t tell me you need another demonstration…”
He winced. “I’m good. Just thinking about the last time makes me body ache…”
“I really didn’t mean to kick you in the balls. It was an accident!”
“It’s fine… Water under the bridge. Just…don’t do it again…”