I buzzed him in with trepidation, I thought for a second and wondered if I was dreaming. It was three-thirty in the morning, it wasn’t exactly a good time for a visit. Especially with someone you were currently arguing with and ignoring. I considered not letting him in, but he wouldn’t leave. I knew he would continue buzzing in the middle of the night and annoy the neighbours. The last thing I needed was for them to complain to the landlord about me.
He walked in, not knocking as usual. He had pulled on the first clothes he had found, wearing a white shirt that I recognised from earlier in town. He hadn’t buttoned it properly and he had missed more than one. The jeans he had on were different and were covered in grass stains. I could only imagine what he had been getting up to when he got
