I fell for you on the street.

Walking in the same direction, and heading toward the same building entrance, I thought it was a coincidence.

...At first.

Until I saw you crossing the street and falling into the arms of a man standing on the other side.

Ah. I wish all women were lesbians. Or at least bisexual.

While I was having those self-deprecating thoughts, you took only the luggage from the man and entered the same building as me.

I had a hunch, and sure enough, the floor number you pressed first was the same as mine.

The officetel hall is H-shaped. I hoped you would go the other way.

But the sound of the digital door lock came from the house next door, which had its door wide open because someone was moving out a few days ago.

Ah. They say if coincidences repeat, it's fate. Then this must be a bit of a special case.

So you're new here. But you didn't bring any moving-in cakes? Then I should be the one to go give some. To welcome your move.

To say let's get along.

And to tell you to dump that guy and come to me.