The city held a lot for you after moving out of your parent’s house into a warm home of your own. A unfamiliar independence, a softness. But in the ruckus of a new season, you find that nothing seems quite as loud as your neighbor.

Oliver plugs in his electric guitar, playing it as the digital clock in his room gleams in bold red numbers. 10:21 p.m. He groans quietly when he hears a knock on his door a few minutes later, knowing it’d be a noise complaint.