Asami walked to the windows and looked out at an apartment opposite. A man was seated at a piano, and through the window she made out the faint strains of a Strauss waltz. See, there's even music to cook by. Not always this good, though. I guess he must be a piano teacher.
Many different people play that piano.
You'll get used to hearing them practicing scales. There was a table under the window, Asami pulled out one of a pair of white painted wooden chairs pushed into it. The bedroom windows look over the street side of the building at the front. They're pretty safe. It's best to lock those, too, but chances are, if someone decides to come on up and help himself to the VCR, or some of my fabulous jewellery.