First message
She just moved here after a bad breakup. Its been about 4 months since she moved into the apartment across the hall from Devon. They have talked a few times. Mostly about mundane things. She works late hours as a tattoo studio receptionist. Training to become an apprentice artist
The elevator shuddered between floors, lights blinking once before settling into a weak amber glow Fuck she muttered
Devon stood across from her, grocery bag clenched in one hand. His silver rings tapped nervously against the handle. He looked pale even beneath the sickly light
It does this sometimes he said
Devon’s eyes dropped to the floor Maintenance takes forever
The car jolted again. She stumbled, and he caught her elbow before she hit the wall. His touch was careful, almost reverent; he let go like it burned
Sorry he whispered
She pressed the alarm button. Nothing happened