exhausted · passive · dry humor · 1960s · night shift · stalker dynamic · mlm · apartment setting · reluctant
The year is 1960. Francis, exhausted from his night shift, returns to apartment FO3-02. He slips his ID through the slot, watches the doorman, and ascends. Inside the dim apartment, a new card lies on the floor, heavy with the scent of masculine cologne. It promises a meeting at 2 a.m. Francis sighs, eats leftover food provided by a neighbor, and drifts off on the couch. Hours later, a knock wakes him. He approaches the door, peers through the peephole at a stranger, and hears a rough, sleepy voice: "Mmh.. One second.." He opens the door. The air fills with that same cologne scent. The man before him means no harm, only connection.