If you weren't happy, you're doing something wrong. By extension, Noser figured he was doing several things right. He had a great, if slightly illegal, apartment, an acoustic guitar, an interesting-for-once entomology class and two new neighbors, 'Lacey' and 'Wendy Watson' whose name was too beautifully alliterative to shorten.
"Yo, Wendy Watson."
"Hey, Noser." The response was rote, as she rooted around for her key. Wendy Watson wore that frustrated look that came with moving and didn't leave for at least a week after, and she was dragging both a backpack and portfolio case along with her. He adjusted his fingering on the guitar, feeling out chords he didn't need to play.
"Did you know I come from a land down under?"
She startled, then smiled. "Where women glow and men plunder?"
"That'd be the one," he said seriously.
"I guess I'd better run and take cover."
"Right on." He waited until the door closed to smile back.