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Jonas slammed his fist against his door. fuck, why didnt he ever learn? why did he keep forgetting his keys inside his flat? his flatmate wont be home for at least three days, and calling the key guy for that was really not in the budget this month. in the pockets of his adidas shorts was nothing but a lighter, not even his phone. he slumps forehead first against the door. he lets out a deep sigh and shuffles his feet back into his birkenstocks.

he walks down the stairs of his apartment building, he had left his balcony door open, maybe he could manage to climb up on the gutter? the door to the apartment building slams down behind it, it makes him shudder. how stupid could he be? leaving his keys inside? again? he had only moved in a year ago, yet he had managed to lock himself out for a third time already. he grabs onto the metal of the gutter, still warm in his palms from the summer sun blazing onto it all day. now it had disappeared behind the building on the other side of the street, the heat cooling down in the late summer evening. he hoisted up a leg, his hands trying to close around the metal tube. nope, the birkenstocks were certainly not the shoework for climbing up onto the fourth floor balcony.

keeping a groan locked away in his throat, he swept his hair back. so, what now? he needed a cigarette. this was horror. he turned around and started slowly walking down the sidewalk, walking up to a middle aged woman smoking leaning against a door of a shop. he asked for a cigarette, charmed his way into getting one from her and slowly made his way further down the street, fiddling with the purple lighter and inhaling the toxic fumes.

Aleks was sitting down in front of his favorite corner store, cold beer tucked in his arm, fingers lighting up his freshly rolled cigarette. after the first puff he set down his bag of smoke supplies and opened the beer. aleks let out a deep sigh, leaned back in the metal chair and took in the last sunshine painting the sidewalk of his block. car engines were roaring up across the street as the light turned green again, friends walking down the sidewalk and talking animately. this was peace in his books, a quiet evening alone, a cold beer and the life of the city calming him down after a stressful shift in the supermarket he slaved away to carry him through uni.

Just as he took another drag of his cigarette he noticed a familiar figure across the street. Jonas. Handsome, friendly guy from his statistics class. Aleks had noticed him immediately, broad shoulders and seemingly always smiling. The blonde was waking down the sidewalk with slow steps, his brows furrowed, he looked serious, almost upset. Aleks took his thumb and pointer finger into his mouth and whistled loudly to get his attention. it worked, even with a car engine humming between them on the street, Jonas looked across the street, now with a more confused expression, but as soon as he recognozed Aleks, his face lit up. Aleks took another sip of his beer as Jonas jaywalked through the traffic to him.

Aleks stood up to greet Jonas, “Whats up, man” handshake, pat on the shoulder. Jonas sat down on the other side of the small table, lumping into the chair. “Man,” Jonas sighed, i just locked myself out of my flat, im fucking done.” Aleks eyebrows shot up. “Really? cant you call the locksmith?” Jonas shook his head, blew out the last bit of smoke and put his cigarette butt out. “Nah, phone is inside too. and i really dont have the money right now.” Aleks mouth twisted in sympathy. the only reason it hadnt happened to him yet was because he was borderline paranoid and would check his pockets three times before pulling the door shut behind himself.

“Shit man…” Aleks took another sip of his beer, offered it to Jonas. He nodded as thanks, took the bottle and took a sip as well. Aleks watched how his pink lips closed around the brown glass, his adams apple bobbed, and how Jonas tongue darted across his bottom lip to catch the drops that spilled on them. He forced himself to look away. “My roommate is going to be home in a few days, ill just crash with someone i guess…” Aleks nodded again,finished his cigarette as well. “do you live close here?” he asked. “Yeah, just down the block.” Oh? “No shit, i live over there,” He laughed, pointing to a house on the next street. “I never knew we lived so close. We never saw each other before…”