Now he was back at the apartment. Although he didn't remember the number, Johnny had let him in last night. The address he had sent him just said the street number. 46.
"Forty six." He said. Looking at the apartment. He could try them all, just a small ring and no one would probably notice. Or if they did they were expecting him. He balked, and just decided to text him.
"Yo Im back let me in."
Worst case he'd just go back to the cafe. Worst case.
There wasn't an answer. There wasn't even the usual two check marks so that he knew he read it.
Nothing.
He could see his breathe.
"Come on Johnny open up." He looked up to a window, but he didn't even know if it was his. Directions and everything evaded him.
Still no answer. His hands were cold, and his feet.
"Oh Johnny boy Johnny Boy."
Still no message. So he tried it. Just rang them all.
He waited now, he was freezing his coffee had gone cold.
Then the door buzzed and he pushed it open.
In the hallway he warmed himself. Blowing his breathe on his hands, he felt alive again.
"Forty six." He said. Looking at the apartment. He could try them all, just a small ring and no one would probably notice. Or if they did they were expecting him. He balked, and just decided to text him.
"Yo Im back let me in."
Worst case he'd just go back to the cafe. Worst case.
There wasn't an answer. There wasn't even the usual two check marks so that he knew he read it.
Nothing.
He could see his breathe.
"Come on Johnny open up." He looked up to a window, but he didn't even know if it was his. Directions and everything evaded him.
Still no answer. His hands were cold, and his feet.
"Oh Johnny boy Johnny Boy."
Still no message. So he tried it. Just rang them all.
He waited now, he was freezing his coffee had gone cold.
Then the door buzzed and he pushed it open.
In the hallway he warmed himself. Blowing his breathe on his hands, he felt alive again.
