Chapter 3 — Accidental Encounters
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By the end of Ellie's first week at the café, she had learned three things.
The first was that customers could be impatient.
The second was that standing for eight hours could make her feet feel like they belonged to someone else.
The third was that a small paycheck could feel like a fortune when you had been living without one.
Every night, Ellie returned to Room Ten, exhausted but satisfied.
She wasn't earning much, but she was helping.
She could buy rice.
She could contribute toward the rent.
She could help pay for her father's medicine.
For now, that was enough.
One evening, she arrived home later than usual.
The hallway was quiet.
Most of the tenants were already inside their rooms.
Ellie walked toward Room Ten, carrying a small paper bag.
"You're late."
She turned.
Lucas was sitting on the small wooden bench near his door.
He had a book in one hand.
"What are you doing there?"
"Reading."
"At night?"
"That's usually when people read."
Ellie smiled.
"Very funny."
Lucas looked at the paper bag.
"What's that?"
"Dinner."
"That's your dinner?"
She nodded.
"Why?"
"I'm not very hungry."
Lucas raised an eyebrow.
"You look exhausted."
"I am."
"Then eat."
Ellie laughed.
"You sound like my mother."
"Your mother is probably right."
Ellie looked at him.
"You know, you're becoming very comfortable giving me advice."
"Someone has to."
She shook her head.
"Good night, Lucas."
"Good night, Ellie."
She took two steps before Lucas spoke again.
"How was work?"
She turned.
"Busy."
"Did you survive?"
"Almost."
He smiled.
"Good."
Ellie entered Room Ten.
For some reason, she was smiling.
---
The following morning, Ellie woke to knocking.
She opened the door.
Lucas stood outside.
"Sorry."
She looked confused.
"What happened?"
"Do you have a bucket?"
Ellie stared at him.
"A bucket?"
"My water isn't running."
She laughed.
"You're asking me for a bucket?"
"Yes."
"You've been here a week."
"And I've learned that the water disappears whenever it wants."
Ellie laughed again.
"Wait."
She brought him a plastic bucket.
Lucas took it.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
He turned to leave.
"Lucas."
He looked back.
"There's a water schedule."
"There is?"
"Sometimes."
"Sometimes?"
"Welcome to the building."
He smiled.
"Thanks."
She closed the door.
A strange warmth remained in her chest.
She couldn't explain it.
---
Their encounters became frequent.
Sometimes they met near the stairs.
Sometimes in the hallway.
Sometimes at the bathroom.
The bathroom became their accidental meeting place.
One evening, Ellie was washing her hands when Lucas knocked.
"Occupied?"
She laughed.
"Yes."
"I was just checking."
"You've learned."
"I have."
She opened the door after a moment.
Lucas stood there holding a towel.
"You can go in."
"Thanks."
She walked past him.
As she did, Lucas noticed she was limping.
"Ellie."
She stopped.
"What?"
"Your foot."
"I'm fine."
"You've said that before."
She smiled.
"It's just tired."
"You should rest."
"I can't."
"Why?"
"Because if I don't work, I don't get paid."
Lucas became quiet.
Ellie immediately regretted sounding irritated.
"Sorry."
"You don't have to apologize."
She looked at him.
"I just..."
She sighed.
"I'm trying to help my parents."
Lucas nodded.
"I know."
She smiled faintly.
"You don't actually know."
"Then tell me."
Ellie hesitated.
The hallway was quiet.
She leaned against the wall.
"My parents are old."
"How old?"
"My mother is sixty-eight. My father is seventy."
Lucas looked surprised.
"You're their only child?"
She nodded.
"They raised me with almost nothing. Now it's my turn."
"And college?"
Ellie looked down.
"I was accepted."
Lucas's expression changed.
"You were?"
"Yes."
"What happened?"
"I couldn't afford it."
There was no anger in her voice.
Just acceptance.
Lucas studied her face.
"You still want to go?"
"Of course."
"Then why give it up?"
"Because wanting something doesn't mean you can have it."
Lucas didn't know how to answer.
Ellie smiled.
"Don't look at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Like you feel sorry for me."
"I don't."
"Then what?"
He thought for a moment.
"I admire you."
Ellie blinked.
Nobody had said that to her before.
"Why?"
"Because you're doing what you have to do."
She looked away.
"Good night, Lucas."
"Good night."
She walked toward Room Ten.
Lucas watched her disappear.
For the first time, he wondered what it would take to make Ellie smile without worrying about tomorrow.
---
A few days later, Lucas received another call.
He answered while standing outside the building.
"Hello?"
His father's assistant spoke.
"Your father's condition hasn't improved."
Lucas closed his eyes.
"I understand."
"Your family wants you home."
"I can't just come back."
"You can."
Lucas looked toward the building.
His eyes landed on Room Ten.
"Not yet."
"Lucas, your father is asking for you."
The call ended.
Lucas lowered the phone.
He hated the feeling in his chest.
He had left home because he wanted freedom.
But his father's illness was pulling him back.
And there was another reason he didn't want to leave.
Ellie.
He had known her for less than two weeks.
Yet somehow, she had become part of his routine.
---
That evening, Ellie came home crying.
Lucas was sitting outside Room Six.
He immediately stood.
"What happened?"
"Nothing."
"You've been crying."
"I'm just tired."
"Ellie."
She wiped her eyes.
"The manager cut my hours."
"Why?"
"Business is slow."
Lucas frowned.
"Are you going to be okay?"
"I'll find another shift."
"You don't have to solve everything alone."
Ellie gave him a tired smile.
"Who else will do it?"
Lucas didn't answer.
She looked at him.
"I'm sorry."
"You don't have to apologize."
"I've been complaining."
"You haven't."
She laughed weakly.
"You barely know me."
"Maybe I want to."
Ellie looked at him.
The hallway suddenly felt quieter.
"What?"
Lucas seemed surprised by his own words.
"I said maybe I want to know you."
Ellie smiled.
"Maybe?"
"Definitely."
She looked down.
Neither spoke.
Then Ellie laughed softly.
"You really are strange."
"Probably."
She opened the door to Room Ten.
Before entering, she looked back.
"Good night, Lucas."
"Good night."
She closed the door.
Lucas stood alone.
He knew something was changing.
Something neither of them had planned.
Something neither was ready to name.
---
The next morning, Ellie found Lucas waiting outside the bathroom.
"You're early."
"So are you."
She smiled.
"You need the bathroom?"
"No."
"Then why are you here?"
He held up two cups of coffee.
"I brought you one."
Ellie stared at it.
"For me?"
"Yes."
She accepted it.
"Why?"
"Because you look like you need it."
She smiled.
"Thank you."
They sat on the bench together.
For the first time, neither seemed in a hurry.
Ellie took a sip.
"It's good."
"I wasn't sure how you liked it."
"How did you know?"
"I asked your mother."
Ellie laughed.
"You've been talking to my mother?"
"She talks to everyone."
"That's true."
They laughed together.
For several minutes, they simply sat there.
No flirting.
No promises.
Just two people sharing coffee in a worn-out hallway.
But something had changed.
Ellie realized she was beginning to look for Lucas whenever she came home.
Lucas realized he listened for Ellie's footsteps.
Neither said it aloud.
Neither needed to.
Sometimes affection doesn't arrive dramatically.
Sometimes, it appears quietly.
In a cup of coffee.
In a conversation outside a bathroom.
In a smile at the end of a difficult day.
And sometimes, without realizing it, two lonely people begin becoming important to each other.
Ellie finished her coffee.
"I should get ready for work."
Lucas nodded.
"I'll see you later."
She stood.
"Later."
She walked toward Room Ten.
Lucas watched her go.
Then his phone began ringing.
He looked at the screen.
His father's assistant.
Again.
This time, Lucas didn't answer.
He wasn't ready to hear what waited on the other end.
Not yet.
For the first time in a long time, he had something in this city that he didn't want to leave behind.
Ellie.
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