"Mark Lee?" I stumped on the door for the fourth time.
"Yes?" the door swung open. He stood there looking at me, in his hoodie, still panting hard.
"This is the fourth time I've told you today. Please turn down the music."
"I've already told you, I can't practice without the loud music. It helps me to do better."
I sighed out and took a good look at him. His doe eyes seemed to be looking through my soul.
"Well, I can't practice with the loud background music playing from the next room. So turn down the music and let me practice!" I pretended to be annoyed.
"At what time do you leave?" he asked after a pause.
My heart almost stopped. What was he implying?
"Uh... at... 1:00 a.m."
"Fine. I'll turn on my music after 1:00 a.m. if it bothers so much." He checked the time on the clock- 12:05 a.m. He looks cute even when he is annoyed.
"Thank you." I sarcastically spoke and walked away.
"Bye." I said without turning back. I had to hide my ripe face from him.