There was a girl in the hallway last night. She was sitting on the floor by the door of the guy across the hall and cried. She talked quietly, knocked on his door, sat there and wept. I watched her through the peephole for a while. When I woke up this morning, she was gone.
The guy from across the hall carries two chairs out onto the grassy spot outside the flat. He lights a barbecue. He puts a couple of sausages on it and lays a small table for two. When she comes out, I can see it's her. Her long, blonde hair is flowing down her back. It's wet.