it was move-in day, september 1985. claire had finally been "promoted" to work as the assistant manager at the brooklyn location of the record store she worked at, therefore needing a place to stay in the area. she had searched the paper for any cheap openings, and ultimately decided on a tiny two-bedroom attic apartment in brooklyn heights. her best friend, clementine and their close friend and bandmate, kurt, had come over to help move her belongings up the stairs. claire walked through the main foyer of the building, calling back to kurt who was unloading a box from her car.
"just put that one in the kitchen!" she yelled and as she turned around to ascend the stairs, she tripped and fell into a tall male figure.
"oh shit, my bad!" he said; his voice was deep and raspy. she quickly took in his features. fluffy brown hair, dark eyes, slight stubble. he smelled like cigarettes and fresh soap.
he reached his hand out to help her up. she took it and stood up.
"you're the new tenant, right? i should probably introduce myself. i'm adam, and i'm the super here. if you ever need anything, you're supposed to let me know."
claire noticed they were still holding hands. she didn't mind it, though. his hand felt rough, like there were calluses all over.
"i'm claire. yeah, i'm moving upstairs. i probably won't need to bother you too much!"
she finally let go of his hand, instantly feeling embarrassed that she was blushing so hard. she won't lie, she thought he was attractive.
"well alright, you know where to find me. see you around?"
"of course! see you around," and with that, he left the building, leaving claire standing in the foyer. clementine scurried down the stairs, after noticing that claire didn't follow her up.
"where'd you go? i thought you got kidnapped," clementine joked, giggling between her words.
"holy shit, my super's fucking hot."
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L E T T H E S U N I N | yauch
Fanficand now i know it's real in which claire wells meets adam yauch and her world is thrown off its axis
