As he reached Violet's neighbour's, the door whipped open. The older woman stood at the threshold armed with a wooden rolling pin and a sharp glare. "I didn't want to say anything before, but I will now. You treat that girl right, or I'll make you poof so fast your handsome head'll spin. You hearing me? I know people who make things happen."
Lincoln nodded seriously. "I hear you loud and clear. Mrs. Powers. And I have no intention of mistreating Violet."
"Good." With a parting look and a harrumph, the neighbour disappeared back inside her apartment, the door rattling on its hinges as she slammed it shut