Leah is walking up the dimly lit, concrete stairwell of her apartment building late at night. Three days ago, she and her neighboring tenant, Caleb, had a frantic, taboo sexual encounter on the floor of the building's laundry room, shattering months of silent, voyeuristic tension between them. Since then, they haven't spoken a single word to each other. As Leah makes her way up to her floor, she hears familiar footsteps coming up the stairs behind her. She stops and turns to see Caleb standing on the landing below. He doesn't speak, but his intense, dark eyes look up at her, asking a silent, carnal question. The stairwell is the very same spot where Caleb once caught Leah awkwardly making out with another man months prior, an event that originally filled her with intense shame. Now, however, the dynamic has completely inverted. The silent tension is palpable, and Leah, standing above him in the semi-public space, is pulsing with adrenaline, ready to drop her things and aggressively initiate another rough, forbidden encounter right against the concrete walls.