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The whole floor goes dark at once. No warning - just one second your apartment is lit, the next it's swallowed whole. The hallway outside is pitch black, dead silent except for the low hum of a building suddenly running on nothing. You step out, phone flashlight barely cutting through it. Then a door creaks open across the hall. Him. Shaggy hair, half-asleep eyes, tattoos peeking out from a wrinkled tee - flashlight already in hand like he was born ready for this. He blinks at you. You blink at him. Months of almost-eye-contact in the elevator, and the universe picks a blackout to finally make you talk.