Blaine bit his lip as he stared at his phone. Was Enzo, a guy he’d talked to a few times after finishing up playing for the night, downstairs? How did he know where he lived? He pinched the corner of his bottom lip tighter between his teeth debating what to do. Wanting answers more than anything else was what won out in the end and lead him downstairs. To the door. And coming face to face with a very confusing, and unnerving, puzzle thrown into his lap.
“Enzo? Hey! Hi. Um? Come in,” Blaine stepped back into the entrance of the apartment building. Befuddlement clearly written on his face and how he just sort of thumbed over his shoulder towards the staircase. “I live upstairs and the lady in number three hates it when people talk down here at night. Follow me?” Turning, he lead the singer towards the stairs making sure to keep only a step ahead. “Sorry. I didn’t expect company. How are you..?”
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