“And I hate to be a fucking jerk complainer, but—”
“The noise is driving you mental.”
Leo frowned. “I know that it can be difficult to control every itty-bitty noise but—”
“You have to work in the morning, and you need your sleep.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I do. And—”
“And early,” the man said, nodding. “Like reallyearly. Even though it’s a weekend.”
“Well, no, but yes. I guess. Kind of. Wait, how do you know this?”
The man put out his hand. “Gordy. Me, that is. I’m Gordy. You’re Leo.” He grinned; a look that lit up his whole face. “And I make a point of keeping an eye on all the good-looking guys in this building.”