The hallway was silent. Her roommate, Jenna, was on a business trip. The landlord’s office closed at five. Abella was wearing a pair of worn-out sweatpants, an oversized hoodie, and one fuzzy slipper—the other had been sacrificed to a puddle near the dumpster.
Marcus pushed the door open with a flourish. "After you, Danger." locked out abella danger
That night, the ramen was hot, the conversation easy, and the click of the lock was forgotten. Instead, something else had started to open. The hallway was silent
Twenty minutes later, they were both kneeling in front of her apartment door. Marcus had a tension wrench and a rake pick from his "emergency kit" (which he kept in a mint tin). Abella held her breath as he worked the lock, the tiny clicks echoing like a heartbeat. Abella was wearing a pair of worn-out sweatpants,
"You do this often?" she whispered.