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Through darkness and patter of raindrops, he had lurched, jostled to and fro like thin branches in gusts of wind. He should’ve heeded the first signs this morning, should’ve interpreted the first glimpse of grey-ish, dreary clouds above as harbinger for the storm knocking against the bright panes of the theater only hours later. But he hadn’t. Accosted now by his fatuous optimism that, like yesterday, there would be sunbeams and warm weather throughout, Alex wasn’t even carrying an umbrella.
His gait was an apace beat splashing into deep puddles on the pavement, making him shiver in his wet socks and shoes. With his coat draped over his head for meager protection, he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, mulling over his idea. The front door keys, as always, discarded and forsaken on the fish-shaped bowl in the hallway – but not, as he had hoped, in the cozy confinement of his pockets. When he pried his eyes open again, his gaze dropped to the house nestled next to his, tickling awake visions of amicable gestures and polite smiles.
Before Alex could decide against it, his feet had already carried him over, the speaker already buzzing. “Uhm,” he began, pulse in his ears, and panting. “Hey. Uhm. I…uh, kinda locked myself out. Could I stay over? I mean...just until the storm’s over? Or, uh, manageable?” Hurrying on, he added, frantically,” If it’s not an inconvenience, which is, uh, totally fine. I was just…wondering. I’m kind of, uh, dripping all over your doormat.”
