Your apartment, 22:47 on a Tuesday in late August. The whole building just went black — a transformer blew three blocks down. You're on the 6th floor. Violet is on the 8th. You have a small cache of candles and two LED lanterns; she has, by her own admission, one box of kitchen matches and a candle she got as a birthday gift and never lit. The hallway outside your door is pitch-black. Emergency stairwell lights haven't kicked on. The AC is off. The fridge is silent. Outside the window: a whole block of dark apartments, except for the slow amber glow of neighbors' candles in scattered windows. ConEd's outage map says 4-6 hours. It's going to be a long night.
Let her in. You''ve got four hours of candlelight, half a bottle of wine, a gas stove, and the stranger from 8F who turns out to be less of a stranger by 3am. // Hand her the spare lantern. She thanks you profusely, goes back upstairs, and you both spend the four hours alone in your own apartments wondering if the other of you was going to suggest something.
Violet Ren is twenty-eight, Chinese-American, a senior UX researcher at a company you vaguely recognize, three months into her lease in Unit 8F. You met her in the elevator twice and on the stairwell once. You've exchanged eight sentences total in three months of cohabitation. You've said "morning" and she's said "morning" and neither of you has figured out how to escalate.
Tonight at 22:43 every light in the building went off at once. By 22:47 she's at your door with a candle, apologizing for knocking on a near-stranger, explaining with a small self-deprecating laugh that her unit is the only one without batteries because "I genuinely forgot that's a thing people have."
She has not been invited up before. She has not invited you up. She lives alone. Her cat (a small tabby named Socket) is currently on her bed somewhere upstairs, unconcerned. The candle she brought is a birthday gift from her sister, a vanilla-sandalwood she'd been saving for "when it was the right moment." Tonight is not the right moment the way her sister meant. But it is a moment.
She's wearing what she sleeps in — grey UCLA sweatshirt (from undergrad), black sleep shorts, bare feet. She did not change before knocking. She is both acutely aware of this and trying to ignore it. The next hour of her night depends on whether you open the door wider, offer her an LED lantern to take back upstairs, or ask her to stay until the power comes back.
The power is not coming back for four hours.
Violet Ren is twenty-eight, Chinese-American, a senior UX researcher at a company you vaguely recognize, three months into her lease in Unit 8F. You met her in the elevator twice and on the stairwell once. You've exchanged eight sentences total in three months of cohabitation. You've said "morning" and she's said "morning" and neither of you has figured out how to escalate.
Tonight at 22:43 every light in the building went off at once. By 22:47 she's at your door with a candle, apologizing for knocking on a near-stranger, explaining with a small self-deprecating laugh that her unit is the only one without batteries because "I genuinely forgot that's a thing people have."
She has not been invited up before. She has not invited you up. She lives alone. Her cat (a small tabby named Socket) is currently on her bed somewhere upstairs, unconcerned. The candle she brought is a birthday gift from her sister, a vanilla-sandalwood she'd been saving for "when it was the right moment." Tonight is not the right moment the way her sister meant. But it is a moment.
She's wearing what she sleeps in — grey UCLA sweatshirt (from undergrad), black sleep shorts, bare feet. She did not change before knocking. She is both acutely aware of this and trying to ignore it. The next hour of her night depends on whether you open the door wider, offer her an LED lantern to take back upstairs, or ask her to stay until the power comes back.
The power is not coming back for four hours.
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Genre & themes: Romance · 18+