Loneliness was not a rare feeling to the middle child of the Schnee family. She'd had her fair share of it spread over the past years of her life, the feeling increasing the longer she stayed at her father's house. Finally being able to move out was such a relief. She'd looked forward to it ever since the day she got offered her new apartment.

And yet, Weiss caught herself feeling lonely once again as she stood in the lobby, waiting for the landlord to meet up with her for the key transfer. With a quick look around the space, she'd already seen that it was mostly empty, despite the great amount of chairs and beanbags that were set up. It seemed like a nice and colorful place to work – although she couldn't see herself working in such a relaxed environment, so maybe that's what the other tenants felt too.

Not knowing how much longer she would have to wait, Weiss took the initiative to claim one of many empty chairs. She stroked her skirt flat and crossed her legs in a ladylike fashion.

She didn't like waiting. Especially in such a lonely environment. For a moment, she considered striking up a conversation with the few people who were in the lobby, but they were talking in a foreign language and she ended up spending a moment wondering if they could speak English at all.

And then the door which she knew lead to the elevators opened and drew her attention. Two girls of about her age entered the room. They were talking – actually, the blonde was talking. The dark haired girl was quiet, but she smiled, indicating that she enjoyed the blonde's attention. Neither of them seemed lonely.

And yet, the blonde noticed Weiss' stare and instantly waved at her in a joyful fashion. Even though she knew there was nobody behind her she couldn't help but check if the girl happened to be waving at someone Weiss had missed. As expected, there was no-one.

She looked back at the two girls now approaching her and smiled, trying her hardest to look friendly. Her smile could never match the broad grin on the blonde girl's face.

"Hey! Are you new here?" she asked.

"Of course she's new here," the dark haired girl responded before Weiss could say anything. "Suitcase?"

"Hey, for all I know she could be moving out!"

"I am new here, yes. Thank you for asking," Weiss interrupted the two before their little discussion could get out of hand. She had no idea what the relationship between these two was exactly. Maybe fighting was their way of being friends – or girlfriends.

"See?" The blonde grinned proudly and put her hands on her hips. Weiss noticed her right arm was a prosthetic.

"What floor are you moving to?" The blonde had already turned her attention back to Weiss.

"Fifth. Room thirty-eight. And you?" She wasn't sure how much interest she truly had in these two, but they were friendly enough to strike up conversation and if she didn't want to feel lonely, she had to do something.

"Sixth floor, room nine," the dark haired girl answered.

"You're only one floor beneath us! We're almost floor-neighbors," the blonde added cheerfully. Weiss wondered where she got all that positive energy from.

She also didn't know how to respond to this information. Luckily, her dark haired acquaintance saved her.

"Yang, we should get going. Our bus will leave without us if we don't."

"… Right, sorry," Yang responded. She smiled apologetically at Weiss. It seemed like she wanted to say something else, but had some trouble finding the words.

"…Yang?" her friend pushed.

"Yeah! I know! Just, uh…" The girl named Yang turned from her friend back to Weiss. "I don't know your name yet, but would you like to… go on a date with me?"

Weiss blinked a few times in disbelief. She just asked what now?

Her surprise was apparently visible in her eyes, because the blonde added some more words.

"It's okay to say no if you're not into women, okay? I just figured, maybe there's a teeny tiny chance and it's worth a shot right…?"

Weiss thought about her response for a few seconds. Knowing the girls were in a rush she decided not to take too long. The answer was simple, anyways.

"I… am not looking for a relationship – or date, for that matter – currently. Sorry."

She purposely left out the fact that she was into women, knowing a lie like that could end up disastrous if they ended up becoming friends.

Yang seemed disappointed, which Weiss thought was a reasonable response. Still, her answer didn't lack her seemingly usual positive energy.

"That's cool. I'd still like to hang out sometime. Good luck moving in!" She locked arms with her dark haired friend and pulled her away, waving goodbye to Weiss.

"Thank you! Have a nice day!" the white haired girl responded. She was a little sad the conversation was cut short, but both she and the girls both had things to do. Besides, they'd told her in what room they lived. On the sixth floor. What was the room number again?

As she tried to remember, the landlord entered the building. He apologized for being late, and then proceeded to show her around the building.

This is an early Christmas gift for my fiancée, mod Cecille! The plan is to upload a chapter every day until Christmas.

I do have to say that I don't reread these chapters and they're going to be very short. Still, I hope you all enjoy this little gift!