Characters: Aiden Adams, other occupants of Apartment Block B Setting: The Lobby Content: None Summary: A chat between neighbours.
He was once again covered in grime from head to toe. But the elevator was fixed, the cables greased, the call-button re-wired, and he'd even taken the time to re-paint the metal shutters. Sure, the work had taken a whole day, and he'd lost count of how much coffee he'd consumed, but he felt good. It was a job well done, and once he had scrubbed up, then he could concentrate on the chapter he was supposed to read for tomorrow's class.
He was whistling too, although the tune probably made no sense, as he climbed out of the lift-shaft, setting his tool box down on the worn lobby floor and hoisted himself up. The shuttered were touch-dry now, although they wouldn't be dry properly until the morning, but he shut them behind him and locked it shut- with students and little James in the building, there was no way that shutter could be left open, not with the lift itself, on the basement floor, waiting for the morning when it's now-well oiled cables would be safe enough to use.
He dusted off his hands, only managing to spread the muck around further, and then wiped them over his jeans. Everything was filthy, but at least the job was done. And hopefully nothing else would go wrong for the rest of the evening. He'd have time to walk to the sandwich place on the corner- assuming they were still open- and pick up something to eat.