she clumsily stumbles out of the elevator, holding her cello case against her side. though she's played it for years, carrying the case was always a little awkward. it easily dwarfed her as she leaned it against her side. zeliha fumbled for her keys, a groan escaping her lips when she can't find them. hopefully holly is home, but she doubts it. holly was always at work. a quick text to confirm that her roommate is out and zeliha lets out a breath. she supposes she could hang out at a coffee shop until holly got home, but that wasn't ideal with the cello. after standing dumbly for seven minutes, zeliha walks to her neighbor's door and knocks.
when they answer, she offers a bright, if not sheepish smile. "hi! so, so sorry to bother you. i'm your neighbor, zeliha. i think we met once or twice..." a pause to adjust the instrument case. "i was wondering, if you weren't busy, if i could hang out in your living room for a bit? my roommate is at work and i don't have my keys." she licks her lips. "or, at the very least, can i store my cello here while i find a coffee shop?"