1st Night

He looked back and saw her coming towards him on her bike.

"This is yours, I told you I'd give it to you when we met next. How could you forget that." She handed him a note and giggled.

Davis just looked at her in amusement. She amazed him with every bit of herself. He knew that she would grow on him because she was a resilient stubborn girl.

"At least tell me your name now. How long has it been, like three days?" She was not going to let him leave this time without mentioning his name. Besides, why was he protecting it from her like an STI.

"Go home, Diaz. Maybe I will consider it tomorrow." He made an incomplete smile and took a turn back to where he was headed.

He put the note on his shirt pocket and went ahead with his walk. He smiled, turned back, and looked at Diaz who had not moved a muscle from the point of their encounter. She was just shaking her head. It was obvious that they were getting close. She shook her head again before mounting her bike and leaving.

Davis walked straight into the creeping darkness. He was getting familiar with the City of development. He walked fast to get to Lizzy's place. He was tired just like the other days he'd been in Tenei. He fantasized about how he would reach there, take a warm shower, have a nice meal prepared by the average chef herself, and take a really long nap.

He reached her apartment and waited outside the gate for someone to leave or enter. That did not usually take too long because the people that lived in this apartment were very busy people. They always went in and out of the building quite often. His wait was short just as it was anticipated. he rushed to the sixth floor feeling all sleepy and sweaty.

Reaching Lizzy's door did not give him the reaction he was after. It was at that time that he remembered she had not given him the keys to her house. He tried pushing the door to see whether she might have left it open but nothing happened. The tears he had been juggling the whole day prepared themselves for action.

The thought of waiting for her to be back so that he could shower and get some rest was sickening. He felt nauseatic. He decided to take his usual position in front of the door and start his nap as he waited. It was not easy to gauge the time she would be back but he knew that it would be very late. He thought of just letting his sleep take him to his dreams right on Lizzy's doorstep.

As he sat he felt something on the door. He turned and looked. It was a piece of paper. He hoped it would at least be from Lizzy and maybe had instructions about where he could get the key to her house. For the first time in a long time, his instincts were right. He felt the streams of joy spreading through his blood to every muscle in his feet as he stood.

Lizzy had instructed him to knock on 6FA and ask for her spare key. She also gave him instructions on which food to eat and stated that she would be back earlier, wishing that he had a successful day looking for clothing.

With no second to waste he rushed to the neighbor's door and knocked. No one was answering at first. When he was about to lose the little ounce of hope left in him, he heard footsteps moving towards the door. He waited still as a young man opened the door and asked who he was.

"I bet Lizzy left you some keys, I am her new roommate." He made sure to look serious.

"Who's Lizzy?" The shock on the young man's face left Davis very confused.

"6FE? You don't know her?" He thought maybe they never knew her name.

"Oh, you are talking about Miss Johns? Okay, yeah, she left her spare here and said someone would come pick it. She should be home by now though. She said if someone didn't come by 7 she will pick it herself." The young man gave him enough information.

Davis was a little astonished with the name this man gave to Lizzy. He even thought he was not talking about her. The only thing that made him feel slightly certain that they were talking about the same person was her indication on the note that she would be getting home early.

He went back in and told Davis to wait outside. He waited at the door, thinking about how he was going to lay in bed after a shower he was desperat for. His accumulated sweat gave him an acrid smell that smelt like a construction worker's work pants after spending extra hours throughout the week without getting the chance to wash.

In a minute the man was back with the keys in his hands. He handed them over to Davis.

"I tried calling her but she did not answer, I hope I am not giving it to the wrong person." He made a sacarstic smile.

"Thank you." Davis took the key and dashed off.

He hurried. He could not imagine the comfort he was about to feel after such a long day. The thought of his day was tiring enough. He opened the door in a rush and headed straight to the bathroom. His shower was short and very fulfilling. His focus was on gettingto bed. He quickly rushed to the kitchen to prepare something.

He quickly warmed pasta and minced meat from the fridge. He was not so hungry so he served himself some of it and left the rest for her. He was trying to be useful. He was trying to show her that her hospitality was not taken for granted. The truth was that he was not comfortable with his situation but he knew no other thing to do.

It did not take him a long time to finally get to bed. He was tired from all the running, walking and disappointments of the day. He did not wait for Lizzy to get home. He was heavily exhausted. He had even forgot to read the note he had been given by Diaz. He was asleep in just a matter of seconds.

Birds were chirping. This was a good way to a start a composition back in 4th grade. It was morning, that's what I wanted to say. The horns from the highways and the movements in the apartment woke Davis up. He could not tell how fast the night passed. His eyes met the blue ceiling as slowly opened them.

He took a few seconds to stretch and then headed straight to the bathroom. he had had enough of the night's sleep and was ready to go back to his search for proper clothing. By now the entire city could spot him from a mile away because of his known uniform. He kept thinking what Diaz would tell him once they met.

From the bathroom he took the nite from Diaz to find out what it was. Nothing much, it was just her number with a small writing that said 'Don't call me'. He hurried to the kitchen to make breakfast. Reaching there he saw the food he had warmed the previous night and that was when it struck him.