I can't hear myself think.
Loud noises were coming from next door.
What the hell is that noise?
My new neighbor, that's what
I storm out of my office and bang on the door.
The door swings open, "Well, hello, Beautiful
How can I make you mine?" he says.
With an eye roll and frustration,
I complain about the noise.
He hands me some noise-cancelling headphones.
What about my client?
He hands me another set of noise-cancelling headphones.
"How am I supposed to hear her?"
"Oh. Not sure." He says. "With your ears, maybe?"
His eyes watch mine; they twinkle with mischievousness
I am flushed and flabbergasted.
As the corners of his lips curl into a smile.