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.”
It’s through sheer luck that the first person he grabs is Sofia - lord knows that even in Shearwater, there were plenty people who wouldn’t stop to help him. If truth be told, he wasn’t even certain that he would stop if someone was to grab him in the middle of the street and ask him for his phone. Especially not to google something. Even he had to admit that it was a strange request. As she hands over the phone, he pauses, offering her the ice lolly and bread in exchange, a part of him sure that this shows some sort of trust worthiness. “No keys,” he says, absent-mindedly, before starting to type ‘Bayhaven Locksmith’. Taking a second to look at her, Xander shakes his head. “They’re in the flat. And the door’s locked. And all I have is...” He motions to the ice lolly and the bread. “And thirty-four pence.”
While scanning over the options that Google has returned, he frowns. Not one in the actual town, though many were available nearby. “What happened to that old man who used to do locks and stuff? With the one eye?” Brow furrowed, he realises his question probably means nothing to Sofia, who would probably never have meant the old man in question. Was he even a locksmith? Maybe he was just a petty thief who knew his way about a lock... “Sorry. Doesn’t matter. I... Did you always live so close?” He asks, noting that the WiFi is, as she said, connecting. “I always thought you were down that way...” Pointing down to the bottom of the street he turns back to he, his brain already onto the next plan. “You want to help me break into the flat?”
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