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2020-10-12 03:19:25Before she could worry more about his standard of living, HP returned to the door empty-handed....
"Sorry, none there."
"Who doesn't have any eggs in the house, please?"
"I could ask you the same question."
"And what am I supposed to do now? That's why I don't want to go all over again. "
"Just ask one floor down."
“But I don't want to talk to Gerling. She won't let me go any more, "she complained in frustration.
"Hmm. Then just ask the new guy below me. "
"Well then, it won't help," she said with a pitiful sigh, "Anyway, thank you, HP."
Amelie went down the steps to the ground floor without drive. The new tenant had moved in under HP two days ago, but hadn't found it necessary to introduce himself to the other neighbors. Not that neighborhood friendship is a priority here.
HP was basically okay, apart from his acute drug use, his perverted but sometimes harmless flirtations and his three-quarters nudity.
Frau Gerling, on the other hand, was, well, was just a case in itself. You really had to feel sorry for the old lady. She was lonely and alone and definitely had an unhealthy love of animals for her dachshund, who lived more humanely than HP probably ever had. If you made the mistake of getting caught up in a conversation with her, ninety-five percent of the time you would end up on her creaky leather couch full of dachshund hair and could postpone the planned activities for the day by at least an hour as a precaution in your mind. There was just no escape. The best precaution was therefore not to offer it any target and thus not to get caught in its clutches in the first place.
There wasn't even a makeshift nameplate attached to the newcomer's bell. He probably wasn't home anyway. After all, normal people with normal working hours worked at this time of day.
Without any alternative, she finally pressed the unlabeled doorbell and immediately Mrs. Gerling's dachshund began to bark again behind the closed door, because unfortunately the bells of the others on the same floor could always be heard in your own apartment. Fortunately, HP rarely had visitors.
The door opened and a dark blonde haired guy with ice blue eyes looked at her waiting.
“Hi, I'm Amelie Richartz. From diagonally above. "
She pointed up the stairs and held out her hand to him with a friendly smile, which he shook with pleasant pressure after a brief perplexity. His hand was very warm, but not sweaty at all. Nonetheless, an ice-cold shiver ran down Amelie's spine. She shivered just as long as their hands touched.
“Sven Weber. I am glad."
He returned her smile and two delightful dimples stole into his cheeks, which immediately gave him something refreshingly boyish. He couldn't be much older than she was, in his mid-twenties at most, even if his three-day beard made him look more mature; what he had probably intended with its breeding.
Before the silence that started after the greeting became too long and too embarrassing, Amelie thought about the real reason for her visit.
“I feel a little uncomfortable now, but do you happen to have any eggs? I have to bake a cake today and of course I did n't think of it when I went shopping . "
"I guess so. Do you want to come in briefly? "
"Gladly, thank you."
As soon as she stepped into his hallway, she wondered why she had a) said and b) done that. There was absolutely no plausible reason to enter his apartment. After all, it took a maximum of ten to fifteen seconds to search for eggs, and she could have spent that waiting on the non-existent doormat.
“Sorry for the mess,” he said, pointing to the moving boxes around as he passed, “I'm not quite moved in yet. It's a lot of work. "
"Doesn't anyone help you?"
"Nope. I do this alone. But that's okay. "
She followed him into the kitchen and watched him go through his fridge.
"Bingo."
With an opened box of ten free range eggs in hand, he turned to her.
"Oh, great! But I only need three pieces. "
"Then take it."
She took the eggs and beamed at him.
"Yes, thank you very much and um, a warm welcome to house number 13."
“You're welcome and thank you too. I actually wanted to have introduced myself a long time ago, but well, somehow I haven't gotten around to it yet. "
“Doesn't matter,” Amelie waved off understandingly, “Frau Gerling across from you, certainly already knows more about you than you are aware of. Spying on your neighbors is an integral part of their life. I think she knows us all better than we do ourselves. And HP about you ... well, to be honest, I was amazed that he even noticed that someone new had moved in. He's pretty chilled and lives in his own world most of the time. "
"Sounds interesting. I should get to know both of them as soon as possible. "
"Replaced interesting with takes getting used to and the equation is correct again."
Amelie giggled and two dimples reappeared in Sven's face.
“By the way, I live with my aunt. Just in case you should be surprised. "
He nodded.
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