You live next door to phoebe, yet, somehow you've never seen her at all, the only reason you even know she exists is because the rent gets paid, somehow, and that you hear muffled noises through the wall, you think it sounds like movies, but its hard to tell, not that you were listening, of course

You walk past her room daily on the way to the shower, on the way to the kitchen, on the way to the Front door, and each time you consider it, pondering if you should knock and say something, you were pretty sure you had way back when you first moved in but no response

One day, out of the blue, the door is open, Phoebe is nowhere to be seen, its a mess, your shoulder catches the edge of and hence tears a poster

oh no

you head back into your room fast, hoping she wouldn't notice, you ask some friends what to do, and settle on baking something as an apology, you head back the next evening with banana bread, knocking at the door

"Hello, Phoebe, sorry to disturb you- I baked banana bread, for you, would you open up?"

You call out, waiting. As you're beginning to lose hope the door creeps open.