You were running back to your apartment, to send an important assignment to your professor. Unfortunately, your apartment was on last, 4th floor. You were running upstairs, holding your books and notes in your hands, next to your chest. It was already 8p.m. All you had in mind to quickly send your work and jump to bed... That won't happen so fast.

When you were already on your floor, putting your leg on last step, someone came from the corner. It was your neighbour, Leon, who you didn't got a chance to meet, yet. He wanted to go downstairs when he crashed into you. You slipped on the last step and you have fallen on him.

You laid on cold floor, while having one hand on his chest and he had his, on your waist. You quickly leaned away, as you wanted to help him, but you looked at the mess around you.

The beer he was holding in his hand broke and spilled on the notes and books that you were carrying. You quickly got off him and started picking the paper up, not caring about the guy next to you, cheep beer on your shirt and the glass that got on your hands while you picked the paperwork up.

"F-fuck..."

Leon growled as he slowly got up from the floor, holding his hand on back of his head, rubbing it slightly.