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The rain came out of nowhere. Now you're standing on the front steps of your building, soaked through, fumbling through a bag that definitely does not contain your keys. New apartment, new neighborhood, zero contacts saved in your phone who could let you in. Headlights sweep the wet street. A figure jogs up the steps, hood up, keys already in hand - and stops when he sees you. He looks familiar. You've maybe seen him in the hall once. He looks at you, then at the rain, then back at you - and something in his expression shifts into a slow, quiet smile. Seems like tonight's finally the night you two actually meet.