THE NEIGHBOR

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Have you realized?

Realized what?

That he was staring at your ass.

Come on.

Yes, he wouldn't take his eyes off you.

And how do you know where he was looking? Or is it that you were staring at my ass too?

Don't be an idiot. And speak lower, he might hear us.

They had coincided with the neighbor from next door in the elevator. Diego had found it hard not to laugh because David and he had been making jokes about their mysterious neighbor all the time. Well, the mysterious part was a movie they had made up, especially David, who was very imaginative. The neighbor from downstairs, who was a great source of information about the whole building, had already filled them in that their neighbor, a fifty-year-old who the lady had described as very good-looking, a phrase that David had been repeating in a mocking tone ever since, was single, despite which he had chosen to occupy a three-bedroom apartment when smaller ones were available, and had no known family. Diego didn't like that nosy lady, nor did he believe her when she said she was the only owner in the building who supported renters, even students like them.

I'm telling you, this guy is gay and he let us go ahead so he could stare at our asses, especially yours.

Of course, because I'm more handsome.

Because you have a fatter ass, conceited.

Maybe he likes skinny guys like you better. Or maybe he's just a polite guy. Man, he must be weird, he hardly talks and we've never seen him with a woman.

Yeah, and all the young guys who visit him?

We only saw one guy once in the elevator.

You only saw one guy, I've seen several.

Where did you see them?

Looking through the peephole.

You're a perverted doorman, man. You're worse than the one downstairs.

Since then, the jokes about the neighbor had taken on a legendary dimension. Whenever the elevator stopped on their floor, either David or Diego would peek through the peephole. And indeed, on more than one occasion, they saw young men of their age, half or less than their neighbor's age, heading to his door.

One afternoon, David entered Diego's room, interrupting him while he was studying for an exam. When he saw his partner come in, Diego took off his headphones.

Dude, it's the neighbor. Today he's got two guys.

What are you talking about?

Yes, they must be our age. And besides, he's giving it to them.

Ha ha, well, that's what they're there for.

I mean another kind of it. Can't you hear?

What can't I hear?

Listen.

Diego tried to pay attention, but he couldn't hear anything.

Damn, you can barely hear anything here. In my room, you can hear it more; come on.

But come on, ...