I was on my way out the door, when...clomp-shhhh, clomp-shhhh, clomp-shhhh.
I could hear him though my open window, on his way past my door. So I jumped down the stairs to catch him and say hi. Not that I was in any danger of losing him.
"Hey, how are you?" I asked.
He took a deep breath. "HELLO, IT'S A BEAUTIFUL DAY."
"Yes it is, very nice."
Deep breath, "IT'S THE PERFECT DAY FOR GOING TO THE BEACH. I'M GOING TO GO FOR A SWIM."
He was dressed in polyester pants, a button-down shirt, and leather shoes. No towel or bag or evidence of swim apparel or anything. Whatever. "That sounds nice," I said.
"YES." Clomp-shhh, clomp-shhhh, clomp-shhhh, and then he stopped again. "DO YOU LIKE THE BEACH?"
"Yes I do, very much."
"WE ARE SO LUCKY TO LIVE HERE, IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL."
"Yes, it is, it's a very nice place, , I wish I could go to the beach today."
Clomp-shhh, clomp-shhhh, clomp-shhhh.
"WELL, HAVE A NICE DAY."
And I walked past him out the gate, but then stood back in the neighboring yard to watch where he was going.
When he got to the end of the road, he turned left.
...aaaaaaand, the beach is to the right.
My goal: to get an invite into his apartment for some tea or something. I'm DYING to see what it's like.