SASHA
The three of us stepped outside and marched towards the house right next door. A young man with light brown hair who was probably in his early twenties opened up. His brows furrowed the second his chocolate eyes landed on the woman accompanying us.
“You again? I’m not even-” As he moved his head to the side, he seemed to finally notice our presence. A horrified gasp escaped him, and he immediately dropped to one knee before us, his head hanging low. “Luna Sasha. Delta Sophie.”
“Good morning, Elio,” I greeted him with a smile. “You may stand.”
He slowly rose back to his feet, his gaze shifting between the three of us as he seemed to understand the reason behind our presence. “I believe this is about my music. I’d like to say I’m sorry in advance. I’ve explained to my neighbor coun
