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)
