The Photographer (1)

It was not easy to wake up early that day for Jacob. His new neighbors moved in, and it took almost midnight for them to stop all the ruckus of moving stuff. Not to mention that the music that they were playing was not really the most calming for sleeping.

Jacob already had a bad initial impression of his neighbors. But, what could he do?

By the looks of it, his new neighbors were not renting. They bought the place. Thus there was not much he could do even when he complained.

What about moving somewhere else? Not an option. The apartment that he was staying in at the moment was the most that he could afford.

Nevertheless, Jacob needed to start moving. He could not be lazy with his current profession. So he left around 5 am to jog.

It was just past six when Jacob was returning home to his apartment from my morning jog. The late September air had cooled the sweat on his skin, and he was looking forward to a nice hot shower. One of the perks of the pl