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"Shit, shit, shit," were the words y/n had been repeating like a mantra since her alarm went off that morning. Well- since she woke up and looking at the time on her phone realizing then that her alarm hadn't got off and she was now going to be late for work, actually.
Rushing out of her apartment, after throwing some clothes and barely eating breakfast, she took the stairs knowing that if she had to wait for the elevator she'd be even more late.
The elevator in her building was incredibly old and besides not working well, it had manual doors that you had to open and close. Since they were heavy, most of the people in the building had troubles closing them meaning that the elevator signalled that it had someone inside when really it was just the doors that weren't closed.
It was annoying on a normal day and even more now that she was late and barely awake but she knew that at some point she'd be grateful for the exercise.
What you were sure you'd never be grateful for was the fact that your poor excuse of an elevator brought you to almost smash into your hot neighbour. He luckily caught you just in time before you'd inevitably crashed into him so that at least wasn't a problem.
What was definitely a problem was your dishevelled appearance and how your faces were uncomfortably close and you weren't wearing any makeup.
"Wow, what's on fire?"
"Sorry Tommy, I'd love to stay here and chat but I'm late for work. See ya." y/n hurriedly said looking over her shoulder just to say goodbye to him without coming off as rude but not staying enough to see his reaction to her.
I'd love to stay here and chat? What was that? When the hell have you stayed and chat with him?
That's basically how she spent the time to get to work, chastising herself.
So when her coworker Deborah, asked her if she'd like to meet for drinks that evening she said yes without missing a beat.
Walking into the bar later that night and realizing that her latest crush, otherwise known as the hottie next door Tommy, was there too, made her rethink her decision.
Maybe she shouldn't have come, she thought.
You can't exactly forget an embarrassing situation when the reason for your embarrassment was standing a few feet away, can you?
Then, when she saw her dear friend Debby setting her eyes on Tommy and went to him, she was sure that she had to stay home.
She knows that having a crush on someone that you don't know that well is a bit childish. Yes, she and Tommy saw each other every day and often exchanged pleasantries but that was that. Just two neighbours being nice and polite to each other.
She also knows that she shouldn't this bothered by her friend flirting with him and him showing interest in her.
Sure, Debby was funny and nice but they weren't that close. And she was attractive so who was she to blame Tommy for having eyes?
No one.
Of course, she was none the wiser of Tommy's discomfort or how his conversation with Deborah was one-sided. Not only the straightforward way she came onto him put him on the spot but the fact that he had seen you come in and felt that he was sending you the wrong message.
But how could he let someone down without hurting them?
Y/n also ignored the way he tensed when Debby touched his arm or how his eyes narrowed when he heard you burst out laughing at something one of your coworkers said.
Laughing at someone's joke doesn't mean shit, Tommy reassured himself. Besides, he had no claim on y/n what so ever and he was in a conversation with Deborah instead of going to say hi to her.
He knew he had to find a way to send her on her way and when he saw y/n making her way out of the bar, he had the perfect excuse.
Or maybe not but it wasn't like he cared or anything. He probably won't see this girl again and he certainly hoped so.
"Hey y/n, wait up", he called after her mainly to alter her of his presence. He was athletic and reached her in no time but he didn't want to scare her.
"Oh Tommy, hi" clearing her throat, y/n turned around to face him. Her voice trembled a little and under the nightlight, Tommy could see that her eyes were glossy. They did not shine the way they would if she was inebriated.
"Everything all right?"
"Yeah, no I'm not feeling that well so I'm heading home."
"Well, let me accompany you then. You shouldn't walk alone at this hour."
"Oh, I wouldn't want to bother you. I'm sure Deborah is waiting for you inside."
"You know her?"
"Coworker."
"Ah," he hummed shuffling on his feet, "well I'm not sure about her but I wasn't enjoying myself all that much so I'm heading home too."
"You weren't?" y/n sounded surprised, not that Tommy could blame her. "Could have fooled me", she mumbled under her breath but he heard her anyway.
"Yeah well, the girl I'd want to talk to is going home so I guess I am too." Scratching his chin, he offered without meeting her eyes.
This was the most they had spoken since they first met and oh boy, it was going better than in her wildest dreams.
"Well, in that case, I'm sure she'd not oppose to you coming home with her."
His eyes snapped to her then, never would he have thought that she'd so forward and cheeky but you'd never hear him complain, that was for sure.
"You won't hear me complain either," he assured wetting his lips. Maybe it was the bad illumination but y/n was sure that she'd seen his eyes darken and oh my god, she could thinking nothing but getting him home as soon as possible.
She couldn't tell how long they took or how they even got home. All she knew was the firm pressure of his lips on hers, their unexpected softness, their rough fingers snatching her keys from her hands and quickly opening the door before pushing her against it once it was closed.
As the night progressed, y/n couldn't help but feel grateful to have gone out to that bar. Who would have thought that one night out would have such an impact?