The hallway was quiet except for the faint hum of the city beyond. I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, waiting. The air smelled like heavy rain, and the dim light above cast long, tired shadows.

Then, footsteps. Slow, heavy-like the weight of the day still clung to them.

I glanced over, saw you struggling with finding the keys. Guessed you forgot them somewhere.

Your clothes were just like mine - wet and drenched, so I thought one offer would be nice.

I opened my apartment's door, waited for you to come in.

“Long day?” I asked, voice low.

I already knew the answer. But still, I waited.