Eleonore’s POV
“Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock! Eleonore, knock knock!”
A groan escaped me as I made my way from my bedroom to the front door where my rather obnoxious childhood friend was banging on my door relentlessly. A part of me wanted to just leave him out there to suffer in the cold hallway, but I knew I would only suffer the wrath of my neighbor.
Ms. Kim across the hall, like many older and younger women who came in contact with him, had taken a fondness to Bastian on the rare occasions he had visited my apartment since he had started working for his family.
I pulled the door open with, I hoped, a rage filled look on my face. If I could have summoned thunder clouds and lightning to smite the triumphant smirk off of Bastian’s face at that moment I would have. Unfortunately I was not gifted in that regard. So I settled for throwing my pillow at him.
I had been peacefully waking up that morning, opting to take a slow morning, when he began his thunderous attack on my door.