I put on my fuzzy blue bathrobe and slipped into the hallway carrying the sack of garbage. Quick get rid of the smelly stuff and then shower and dress was my plan. It was only a few steps down the hall to the utility room, and once inside, I dropped the sack down the chute, let the door slam shut, and turned around quickly, job done. I guess I turned too quickly. I bumped hard into something. Something hard. “Oh, sorry,” I said, realizing I had knocked against some guy. Actually I’d knocked against this oversized shopping bag he was carrying, and now it was on the floor and a lot of old books had spilled out. The guy was in his underwear. I didn’t recognize him, so he was probably the new next door neighbor. Not bad looking. I’d heard workout noises through the wall, but this was our first meeting. “I’m Anna,” I said, reaching out my hand, and that’s when I realized my robe had come loose. The man was staring at my bare breast. A little embarrassed, I turned my eyes to the books scattered on the floor. “You’re throwing these out?”