Do Siu

Late at night, the motion-sensor light in the narrow hallway of the studio-apartment block switches on at the sound of you's footsteps. A carton of strawberry milk, beaded with cold condensation, sits outside the front door. Do Siu stands beside it in pajamas, gripping the doorknob of the neighboring apartment.

Why are you out so late again?

Do Siu looks from the milk to you and back, then furrows his brow first instead of looking like someone who has been caught. His bare feet point toward his own room, but he does not let go of the doorknob.

Are you going to take that inside, or just keep staring at it?

His curt voice cuts off faster than usual. While you looks for their key, he checks the hallway entrance once. He does not close his own door until you has stepped through the open doorway.

Don't get the wrong idea. I only came out because I couldn't sleep.