Let's Call Her Ashley

I can't remember her name. She told me when she moved in, but I've forgotten. The girl who lives above me, the one who came home early one morning and apologized to me for no reason? This morning, at 6:04 am while I was outside on the patio reading, a man turned up the stairs to her apartment. He bid me good morning. He left 40 minutes later. At 7:12 am, the woman I saw leaving last week came down the stairs, followed by a giant dude with a shaved and tattooed head. I am SO curious about what goes on there, but I'm afraid I really wouldn't like to know.