I woke up to the sound of piano keys. I grabbed my phone from my nightstand. 2:32.

"What the fuck," I mumbled to myself still half asleep. The noise felt like it was getting louder. I groaned. Of course, just my luck I would have a neighbor who felt the need to be a musician at fucking two in the morning. I tried to ignore it and go back to sleep, but the noise didn't stop, and so did not being able to fall asleep. Don't get me wrong, the person was really good, if it were at any other time of the day, I probably would have enjoyed it, but at two in the morning, I was a different person. Instead of sleeping, I just counted the time in my head.

5 minutes, still going.

10 minutes, playing even louder now.

15 minutes, a little quieter now.

20 minutes, please be done soon.

25 minutes, I'm about to get out of my bed.

30 minutes, I'm out of bed now walking towards my door.

31 minutes, I am opening my door.

33 minutes, I am walking to my neighbor's door.

34 minutes, I am about to knock.

35 minutes, still about to knock.

38 minutes, god I knocked.

I am so stupid. Why did I knock? I don't even how shoes on. Oh god, I don't even have shoes on. It is my first day here and my neighbor is already going to hate me. I should go back. I need to go back. Okay, I am going back. I turned to walk back to my apartment when I heard a door behind me open.

"Hello?" A deep male voice said that gave me a familiar feeling in my stomach.

I turned to look at him, "Oh god," I whispered. It was the London jerk. The same London jerk that stole my sandwich, and of course he looked good at two in the morning.

"You," he said pointing his finger at me.

My eyes widened, "Hmm?"

"I know you," he said leaning against his doorframe. God, why did everything this dreadful man do have to be so attractive? He was wearing dark grey sweatpants and a plain green t-shirt on. With his arms crossed I could see his muscles and his tattoos. He had a few simple ones on his left arm, and a singular one on his right. His singular one was just a line that wrapped around his forearm. His left arm, I could see a butterfly poking out from behind his shirt, a small musical note by his elbow, and then some words along his forearm, that I couldn't read because I was interrupted.

"I met you earlier today, at the deli."

I acted like I was trying to remember, even though I knew from the minute I heard his voice who he was. "Oh yes," I placed my fingers to my temples, "sorry my mind is kind of scattered right now because I haven't slept much."

"Have you come to murder me," he said, looking me up in down, "in that."

I suddenly remembered what I was wearing and wrapped my hands around my body, acting like that covered me up more.

"No, no, um actually I just moved in," I pointed to my door, "right over there."

His eyes widened, "Oh."

I swayed back in forth on my heels, biting my lip back nervously, "Yeah."

"I hadn't known that the new tenant had moved in yet, or that it was an American."

I small chuckle escaped my lips, "Yep, that's me your good ole friendly American, and you see," I said folding my hands together, "this American right here is very tired, and I hate to bother whatever you are doing in there, because it sounded good, and I don't want to ruin your vibe you have going, but I have been awake for a very long time, I have traveled and unpacked all in one day, so I would really like to sleep, so I was just wondering if you could be quite so I can sleep in peace."

He stared at me blankly for a moment, "Okay."

I tightly shut my eyes, "Thank you."

He nodded and shut his door. When I got back to my room I got in my bed to fall asleep. I was about to drift off when I heard the piano keys start up again. "You have got to be kidding me."

I was ready to kill that bastard. I feel like I should be able to make a complaint, but I don't know how good that would sound coming from the newbie from America. I laid in bed, wide awake, praying he would stop soon. He has to go to sleep at some point. When he finally stopped, I looked at the time. 4:15. "No point in going to bed now," I said to myself. I got out of bed and headed for my kitchen. When I got to the kitchen I realized that I did not have coffee, nor did I have a coffee maker. I ran my hands through my hair. Life is amazing on five hours of sleep.

"Ok, ok, I just need to search for coffee nearby." I went to my room and grabbed my phone. I went to my maps and searched for coffee.

"Perfect!" I practically yelled when I saw a little cafe that was a ten-minute walk from here. I rummaged through the one box I had already opened and barely managed to pull out a pair of jeans and a yellow sweater. I put on my sneakers and walked out the door. When I made it outside it was still dark, which I hadn't thought of before, but I was honestly too sleep deprived to care.

Ten minutes later I made it to the cafe. Thank god, thank god. I walked in and the smell of coffee grounds consumed me. There were only two other people in the cafe. I guy, who looked like he was about to go to work and then a college-aged student with their laptop and earbuds in. I walked over to the counter and was met with a young guy smiling behind the counter.

"What can I get you this morning."

"Coffee, a lot of it."

"So I am guessing a large cup?"

"Yes, please," I looked in the food display, "and two blueberry muffins please."

"Gotcha," he smiled, "that will be ten euros."

I handed him a ten and waited for my coffee.

"Daphne," the barista said.

"Yes, thank you," I grabbed the coffee and took a seat at a booth close to the back. I stayed in the back and just watched people as they came and went. I was a little bit of a people watcher. I just found it interesting to see how different people talked, their body language, and where they were going. I also liked to make up names for them and a whole backstory along with it. The guy who just left's name was Frank, and he had just told his wife he had been out of town on business, but in reality, he was sneaking off to a woman's house. I was stuffing my face with the last muffin I had bought when I heard the barista, "Hey Kit, how are you today man."

I looked up to create my next backstory when all of a sudden I realized who it was. I quickly ducked into my booth and hoped he hadn't seen me yet.

"I'm doing good Ben, you?"

"Just fine, you're usual."

"Please, I was up late last night."

This was the nicest London jerk, or I guess Kit, had ever sounded. Which at the same time offended me. Why was he such a major jerk face to me and to this guy a pleasant British man?

"Of course, but we ran out of blueberry today."

Crap.

"You didn't save me one?"

"I usually do, but this girl was hot, so I couldn't say no."

I was trying not to be flattered and stay focused on the conversation.

"And she was American."

"Really," Kit said intrigued, "is she still here?"

Shit, shit, shit.

"Yeah right over ther-" His voice veered off when he realized I wasn't at the table. Hopefully, they didn't see me and I could be left alone.

"Hello again."

I cursed under my breath, hearing his voice above me. I brought my head up from under the table and met his eyesight. I could already tell how amused he was.

"My contact fell," I spat out.

"Ah," he said crossing his arms. Instead of what he was wearing last night he was wearing khakis and a Ralph Lauren pullover. He then proceeded to slide in across from me.

"What are you doing?"

"You took my muffin."

"I'm sorry I didn't know your name was on it."

He looked annoyed, "I have one almost every day."

I scoffed, "Well consider this your payment for keeping me up last night."

"I waited thirty minutes."

"That is not enough time to fall back asleep."

"I can fall asleep in five."

"Good for you, but I had just been rudely awakened so it took some time, and what are you even doing up that late playing."

He shrugged his shoulders, "It's more calming at night."

"It was far from that."

He glared at me, "Okay well," he turned my coffee cup and looked at the black ink on the white surface, "Daphne, I apologize, and it won't happen again."

"Good."

"Good."

We both sat for a second, both not moving until I got a text.

Mom: On our way <3

"Well, I have to go so here," I scooted my plate over to him, "enjoy my half-eaten muffin."

He stared at me blankly as I walked away. He seemed to stare a lot. Which made me feel awkward but I just shook it off.

When I got back to my apartment, I brushed my teeth and then started going through more clothes boxes. I didn't have much closet space, so I really tried to get rid of a lot of clothes I didn't need anymore so that I could have room for clothes I would buy here. Fashion is a major part of my career. I am a fashion blogger, so I am definitely not going to bring my old clothes from American Eagle here. In New York, I interned at a small magazine company during college and they offered me a job there once I graduated, but it just didn't feel right. I knew where my heart had always wanted to be. I had a small following on Instagram, so I was able to dm a couple of London companies to work with while I tried to find a job for a magazine. Sponsorships were a great way to make money, so for the next few weeks I would help small London boutiques get more revenue and also talk on social media about their clothes. Hopefully, soon I can find a job in a magazine or store and be a stylist for their workers and models, but I didn't want to stress myself out too much at first, so I am just keeping it small for now.

Ten minutes later there was a knock at the door. I quickly got up from my closet and opened the door. I smiled at my parents and brought them into a hug.

"We can't stay long Daph, but we just wanted to be able to say goodbye."

I squeezed my eyes shut, I was sad, but I knew they needed to get back home. When I opened my eyes I saw Kit standing across the hall, just taking the whole moment in. I gave him a death glare, to which he put his hands up and then walked into his apartment. God that guy was everywhere.

"I'll walk you all out okay."

We got down to the Uber and I hugged them both goodbye.

When I hugged my dad he whispered in my ear, "You're going to do great things Daph."

I held my eyes shut, shoving back tears, "Thanks, dad."

They both got in the car and rolled the window down.

"I love you all."

"We love you."