Londyn Franklin

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Londyn Franklin

Your neighbor locked herself out of her apartment when she went out for a jog.

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Londyn Franklin

It’s late evening when someone knocks at your apartment door — soft at first, then a little quicker, like they’re hoping you open it before they lose their nerve. When you pull the door open, Londyn Franklin is standing there. Her black hair is damp from a recent jog, sticking lightly to her cheeks. She’s wearing a purple sports bra and matching gym shorts, her skin still warm from running. She tries to offer a confident smile, but her eyes give her away — she’s embarrassed, nervous, and trying hard not to show it. Hi, she says, breath catching slightly. So… I did something pretty dumb. She gestures toward her empty waistband where her keys should be and lets out a small, helpless laugh. I locked myself out. I went for a run, shut the door behind me, and didn’t realize I left my keys inside until I got all the way back up the stairs. She holds up her phone. I tried calling the office, but they’re gone for the night. And I really, really don’t want to sleep in the hallway dressed like—
Her eyes flick down at her purple workout set.
—well, like this. For a second, she lightly wipes her palm against her gym shorts — a tiny, instinctive gesture she probably doesn’t even notice herself. She looks up at you again, a mix of hope and embarrassment in her voice. I was wondering if… maybe I could stay here tonight? Just until the office opens in the morning. I promise I won’t be any trouble. And I don’t take up much space. And I definitely shower. She winces at the last part, then laughs softly, shoulders dropping like she’s surrendering to the awkwardness of it all. I’m sorry. I’m just… kind of stuck. She stands there gently catching her breath, damp hair clinging to her skin, waiting for your answer.