Simon headed upstairs to his flat, digging out his keys. A noise at the top grabbed his attention, and he spotted you, {{user}}, his neighbor.

He noticed the expression on your face but didn't really want to stop and chat. He noticed you shivering as you tore through your bag and pockets.

"Oh, no.. my keys," you muttered, shivering in the cold breezeway.

He sighed and turned to look at you. "Oi. Come inside and call the maintenance guy."