I left the apartment to do my weekly shopping.
Shortly before, I fell asleep on the couch and only woke up ten minutes ago.
My mood was therefore bad.
I ran around the corner, over to the elevator.
Before I completely disappeared in it, I could see Sophie also left her apartment.
Immediately my mood went further into the cellar.
She ran with small steps, I could hear, to the elevator.
As fast as never, I pressed several times on the luminous "E".
But I was unlucky.
The doors closed so slowly that Sophie could easily enter.
I honestly admitted that I didn't like her.
She was so over friendly to everyone.
"Hi." She said to me with a smile.
I didn't know if it was contrived or genuine.
"Hello." I answered, looking at the floor.
"Are you alright?" She asked, leaning against the wall.
I was still looking at the floor.
"I've seen you more often with Arthur." She continued.
Now I looked up. "Yes, and?"
I could guess what would happen.
"May I tell you something?"
I nodded.
"I'm so glad I'm not as close to him as you are. I mean, his laughter. That would make me crazy. I'm surprised he hasn't been kicked out yet... How do you stand this guy off? I couldn't. " Sophie laughed.
I wanted to hit her perfect nose with my fist, but instead I smiled.
"Well ...", I pushed afterwards.
We reached the ground floor.
"Have a nice evening." I said more artfully than ever.
"Take care of yourself, not that he will infect you with it at some point."
Sophie nipped my shoulder and got out of the elevator.
I also left the elevator, but stopped for a moment at the entrance.
"Or you better take care that I don't kill you!" I called after her as she was already out of reach.
How dare she talk about Arthur? She didn't even know him! As aggressive as in this moment I wasn't long.
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With two full and especially heavy bags, I finally reached the courtyard of the house.
With difficulty I went to the mailboxes.
I didn't really care if I had mail.
I did it for Arthur.
I turned on my way to the elevator when I recognized Arthur.
I quickly lifted the bags.
I would certainly have made it to him in the elevator.
I wanted to go through the demarcation grids of the mailboxes as Sophie entered the house and ran with the smallest footsteps ever to the elevator.
The doors were already almost closed.
"Wait, wait, wait!" She called to Arthur, who held his leg in front of the still-closing door.
"Thank you very much." Sophie stood next to Arthur and smiled at him, again contrived.
As the doors of the elevator were fully open again, I decided to go to them.
So before I put one foot in front of the other, I looked again at Arthur.
He hadn't seen me.
He smiled to himself.
It was a happy smile.
I didn't have the heart to spoil this moment.
I wanted him to be happy.
Even if it admittedly hurts me to see that.
I didn't want to wait for the elevator, so I took my last strength and went to the staircase.
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