Two.

A cigarette hangs limp from his lips, and the rain pours down, making his hair stick to his skin. Caillen skips ahead, humming an unfamiliar tune.

“So, have you been to the strip club?” He said, his eyes trying to pull me in. I laughed, not completely sure if he was joking, and decided to play it off.

“Yeah, I work there.”

He looked at me, eyes wide, his cigarette falling into the mud.

“You….strip?”

I laughed again, thinking he was cute when he was caught off guard, even if he didn't want to be.

“It’s just temporary, to pay for community college classes, and Caillen's medical bills. I’m a bartender.”

He grins, his eyes crinkling up at the corners. “Maybe I’ll come visit you sometime….”

Maplewood Crest is in front of us, and we have stopped walking. He suddenly looks around.

“How did you know?”

“What?” I ask, confused.

“How did you know this is my building?”

I laugh again. “This is my building!”

“No way!”

“Yeah! Room two-two-one!” I point up to my window.

“Twelve forty!”

“I can’t believe we've never seen each other before.”

“Me too! How could I miss such a pretty face?” He grins, flirting.

I smile down at my shoes, then turn and walk up the stairs, Caillen and Adam trailing behind me.
Caillen gives me a look, and i turn again to Adam.
"Can I see you tomorrow? I need to get Caillen to bed."
"Sure, are you working? I'll stop by."
I nod, and watch him walk down his hall.

At my apartment, there is a box waiting outside. It has coffee and creamer and books, and a note for Caillen from Kuvera, our neighbor. I smile and carry the box in, thinking about Adam.