& / * xander-matthews !
He had only been gone a few minutes - it had just been a quick trip downstairs to the shop to grab some bread and he’d thought nothing of leaving his door unlocked. Shearwater may not have been the most upper-class area in Bayhaven but it was nice enough. His neighbours were all fairly polite and he wasn’t actually sure he’d ever seen a policeman there in the two years since he’d come back… Any time he nipped downstairs, whether it was to go to the shop or for a cigarette, he left his door unlocked. Except this time, running on lack of sleep and mounting deadlines, he hadn’t. The door had swung closed behind him as usual, the gentle click alerting him that it had locked.
Yet still, it hadn’t registered that he had no keys, no phone, no way of getting back inside. He’d been completely oblivious until he’d arrived back at his door, loaf of bread in one hand and a not-quite-weather-appropriate ice lolly in the other and tried to turn the handle. “Fuck!” he exclaimed, his foot connecting with the door. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Pacing didn’t help and, soon enough he accepted his fate. He would have to ask for help. Traipsing back down the stairs, he headed back out into the street, grabbing the first person he saw’s attention. “Hi. Sorry. Hi. Just me. Can I borrow your phone? I need to google something,” he said, as though that explained everything. (@bayhavenstarters)
Oh, if she has to hear one more rendition of Gimme Gimme or I Dreamed A Dream, Sofia may have to genuinely consider euthanisation. They’re talented kids really, but that doesn’t make their song choices any less awful. Still, another work day is over, and she’s heading back home, wrapping her cardigan further around herself when she spots Xander. He doesn’t exactly look happy. Until she moved to Bayhaven, Sofia had never been able to afford her own place; Los Angeles and London aren’t exactly forgiving in terms of rent prices ( one more so than the other... ) but the humble little Shearwater is far more generous. In the excitement of being able to cover her rent and bills on her own, she hadn’t quite realised how much she valued the company of other people. Still, having neighbours that keep her on her toes is a fine substitute for now, and she supposes she should make the most of the privacy; when she goes back home, she knows it’ll be back to living with friends or trying to find a roommate.
“Yeah, sure,” Sofia says the second he addresses her, fishing into her back pocket for her phone and handing it over. “What’s up ? Did something happen ?” she has to ask as she hands her phone over after unlocking it, her brow furrowing as she looks up at him --- and believe her when she says she has to look up at him. Sofia stands at a very unimpressive five-foot-nothing, but at least her lack of flatmate means there’s nobody to laugh at her when she’s standing on the kitchen counter to get into the cupboard. Oh, well. “It should connect to my wifi from here, to be honest. I’ve got data if not.”
