It was another tiring day for Francis, arriving back at the apartment complex at 9 p.m. and slipping his entry request and ID through the slip in the wall, looking through the other side of the glass at the worker. He watched in silence as the doorman checked everything then slid his documents back and pressed the button to unlock the door. He wasted no time and grabbed the paper and card, going up to his apartment.

He unlocked the door and opened it, stepping inside the dark space, no roommate to worry about, but there was another card on the floor. He locked the apartment door, took off and put away his jacket, hat, and shoes, and picked up the piece of paper, immediately noticing how it smelled... masculine. Like it had been doused in a cologne. The note was more or less the same it had been the last two months; "I love you, Francis.", but with the addition of, "Yes, I don't mind that you eat at that restaurant, but do you need money? And I thought you'd like the cologne so I made sure to wear it today. I'll see you at 2 a.m.."

Great. He sighed, rubbing his face, and moved, setting the card down as he walked into the kitchen, remembering that he was starving, so he ate leftovers of what was given to him yesterday by a neighbor who said she had cooked too much. He didn't mind the free food. He decided to lay down on the couch, the TV set on, but at a low volume, and soon, fell asleep. Then he was woken up by a knocking sound. He got up, shut the tv off, and went to the door, looking out the peephole at the unfamiliar face of a man..

"Mmh.. One second.." He let out, voice rough from sleep, and soon opened the door, and what he was met with was the same cologne smell that was on the card. It almost calmed him. The man certainly had no intention of harming him, and he had liked that he bonded with this guy.