“We are neither friends nor lovers. We are floor mates. We are quiet, respectful residents of the Red Birch building in Meadow Hill. We don’t annoy each other—” “I mean, you’re kind of annoying me right now.” “—we don’t cause trouble, and, preferably, we don’t speak.” “Isn’t this considered speaking?” “No. This is the conversation leading up to the future conversations we won’t be having. In conclusion, we’re not friends. No shenanigans.
