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Jonathan tiptoes around the girl’s bedroom, collecting his various possessions—backpack, shoes, jacket—as quietly as he possibly can. He bumps into the bedside table, biting back a swear as he struggles not to crash into anything else. He waits.
The girl—Jonathan can’t remember her name for the life of him—rolls over onto her side but seems to remain asleep. He breathes a quiet sigh of relief before escaping the bedroom as quickly and quietly as possible. He grabs an apple from the kitchen counter before slipping out of the apartment and into the hall.
He checks his phone in the elevator. Two missed calls from Roman, a few texts from Victor. A few dating app notifications. He should probably call Roman back. Or at least text him.
He puts his phone away as the elevator doors slide open.