4th of November

With a cigarette tucked between his middle- and index finger, Drew leans against the railing of his balcony, looking at the cars driving beneath him.

He had an eventful day: first he celebrated his birthday with his friends, then he went out with his family before they finished the day with dinner.

And now he just wants to have a relaxed smoke while comprehending that he’s thirty two years old.

Drew snorts at the thought. He doesn’t feel thirty two.

He stubs out his cigarette and turns to head back in, when he hears the balcony door, from the apartment next to him, creak open.

Drew looks up.

Soft giggles fill the night air and he spots a young boy with a messy pile of blonde hair, clutching a dark red stuffed dragon to his pajama clad chest.

Who the fuck lets out a kid at 11 pm?

Drew was about to make a comment at the person rushing after the boy but he freezes.

“Since when can you open the balcony door, Liam?” A woman crouches down next to the boy who squeals but lets her pick him up.

Her body is only covered by a long, white button up dress shirt and her hair is flowing down her back. Long legs come into view when she stands up.

She’s beautiful.

His breath hitches.

“Mr Fly knows”, the boy replies and holds up the dragon.

Drew has never seen her or the boy before. Even though he practically knows all of his neighbors.

The little boy, glances over his mother’s shoulder, looking at Drew. A smile spreads across his small face before she carries him inside.

Oh, he’s fucked.

Drew wipes his nose before slipping back into his apartment.

—

A few days later.

You’ve been just talking to your doorman Jace when you noticed that Liam has rushed off.

You looked everywhere for him. Until you find him with a man at the coffee machine, as he buys Liam a hot chocolate.

He’s maybe in his late twenties, buzzed off hair, really tall, wearing a pair of flannel pants and a dark blue polo shirt.