
“Keys, wallet, phone…” Steve shifted, reaching around and
patting every pocket to double check before starting starting to head out.
A quick flick of the wrist as he locked the knob,
the secure snap of the deadbolt; all things that have
since become habitual. Yet habits were broken when
he proceeded to turn and nearly bowl someone over—
a petite blond which he assumed to be his neighbor.
"Oh- Sorry.“