rooftop at 5
"I heard there's a family moving in on the ninth floor." Jefferson says plainly, opening the fridge
"And where'd you hear this from?" Rio questions from the stove. "Because if it's from Mrs. Rosetti on the third floor, I don't believe it. You know how she likes to talk."
"Actually, I heard it from Mr. Choi, floor ten." he responded, handing her two eggs.
Rio paused, accepting them, eyes narrowing at her husband. "When did you talk to Mr. Choi?"
Jefferson shrugged, "Like a week ago."
Rio clicked her tongue, "And you're telling me this just now?"
"I forgot about it!" He threw his arms up in defense.
"Well whoever you heard it from, let’s just hope our new neighbors won't be as loud as the last." Rio grumbles, cracking the eggs into the pan
"Are you guys talking about the new neighbors?" The pair's son asks, entering through the front door, kicking his shoes off before joining them in the kitchen
"You know about the new neighbors?” Rio questioned, still focused on the pan in front of her.
“Yeah I ran into their daughter today.” He shrugged, taking a glass out of a cabinet and filling it with water.
Rio’s eyebrows furrowed, intrigued. “Wait- you met the new neighbors?” She turned to look at him.
He took a sip of his water before responding. “Well, just their daughter. I invited them to dad’s party though.”
“Why would you do that?” Jefferson spoke up, in a disapproving tone
Rio let out a small gasp, delighted by the news. She liked knowing who her neighbors were. “Oh good! We can get to know them later.” She smiled.
Jefferson took note of his wife’s expression, quickly changing his demeanor. “Good job, son!” his tone switching from disapproving to overjoyed, causing Miles to roll his eyes.
“What’s her name?” Rio asked, nonchalant.
Miles paused, realizing in the time he had met the captivating girl, he had failed to ask for her name.
“Y/N!” The girl's mother called out almost immediately from the kitchen as her daughter entered the apartment. “Who were you talking to on the phone earlier?”
“Just our neighbor from downstairs,” she replied, walking over, “His family’s having a rooftop party at 5, they invited us.” She dropped the envelopes down on the counter her mother was standing behind.
She took the envelopes into her hands, quickly reading who they’re addressed to. “Who the hell are Osaki and Komatsu?”
“Probably the old tenants.” Y/n shrugged, watching her mom discard the envelopes into the trash. “So the party?”
“I think we should go.” The girl's father added in, entering the room. “It’ll be a good chance to get to know our new neighbors.”
“ Our? You won’t even be living here.” her mom scoffed.
“No, but it’ll ease my mind on the environment you two will be living in.” The girl’s father replied, placing a hand on his wife’s shoulder. Y/n observed the way her mom inched away from his touch. The two hadn’t been on the best of terms since the possibility of moving across the country had first come up. It was splitting the family up, geographically that is. Y/n and her mom would move to New York, and her father would reside at the house she grew up in, back in California.
Y/n’s mom clicked her tongue. “If we get to a good place with the boxes and everything, yes, we can go.”
Y/n smiled and looked over to her dad, mouthing the words ‘thank you’, to which he simply winked back at.