There you are. In front of your new apartment but you cannot find your keys to open the door. Perfect! You empty your whole bag on the stairs and hope to find the keys now. Unfortunately you did not.

It's dark and you can hardly see your own hands. Every item is only a black shadow and nothing looks like a key.
You find your smartphone, chopstick and some tissue, but no keys.

Frustrated about yourself, your put all your stuff back into your back in a hurry and sit down.
For a moment you wonder if you should keep the tissues outside, because you feel like crying, but you decide not to. You will not cry here and now – hopefully.

And now here you are. Sitting on the stairs in front of your apartment in the middle of the night. In an area you do not know, because you moved in yesterday.
Yes, you moved to London just a few hours ago and went on an exploring walk this afternoon. In your excitement you let your keys stuck in the keyhole of your apartment door.

"I will always check twice to make sure I've got my keys in the future", you mumble to yourself and bury your head in your hands.

"What should I do? I cannot wake up any of my neighbors at", you look at your watch to figure out what time it is, "3 o'clock am."

That's right. Ringing the bell in the middle of the night will not make you their favorite neighbor and you do not want to cause any trouble after only one day. So far everyone was nice to you and welcomed you in the house and told you to ask them if you need anything. The householder was a woman who lived above your apartment with 2 cats. She seems unfriendly at first, but you're sure to get along with her soon.

You start looking for your keys again. You look into your bag once more and make sure to check every pocket, but without any luck.

The only new item you find was a pack chewing gum.

You put the gum back in your pocket and sigh.

"Great I guess I have to wait until someone wakes up and lets me in."

The streets are empty and you do not expect to see anyone this night, so you lay down on the hard ground and close your eyes. Hopefully nobody will call the police, because seeing someone sleeping in front of a house could be misunderstood.

"Better to catch some sleep now", you think and try to fall asleep.

However it does not work.
The ground makes your back ache and your brain will not shut up. Still you keep your eyes closed until you hear a voice.

"Excuse me miss."

Without opening your eyes you knew it was a man.
"Are you alright? Do you need some help?"
You open your eyes.

Before you kneels a young man with blond hair and looks at you worried. He is actually pretty cute which does not make your situation better. Your cheeks start to blush, because the whole situation is pretty embarrassing.
"I bet he thinks I'm stupid and oh god, I must look terrible", you think and run your finger through your hair to get rid of some knots.

"I am fine... I guess. I forgot my key in my apartment and does not want to wake any of my neighbors", you explain him your current situation and smile embarrassed.
You tried and failed to look at him and keep your sight glued to the ground in front of you.

"Nonsense", he answers while standing but and walking around you to the door.
You stand up quickly and wonder what the mysterious man is about to do.
"Before you sleep outside and could catch a cold wake them up."

The man rings the bell of the neighbor who lives above your apartment: The householder.
Dear god! No you're dead and she will never like you!
"No! Please don't do this", you beg him, but he does not stop. The ringing keeps going until you hear someone opening a door inside.

Finally the man stops to ring and you step a little bit behind him. This is the worst night you had in your entire life. You wish a big whole will open under your feed and you could disappear in it.

"Oh my god! She will hate me", you worry and start to shiver slightly.
"Why should she", the man wonders and rises an eyebrow.
"I just moved in yesterday and am already causing trouble", you explain.

He seems to understand your worry now.
The door in front of you both opens and a woman looks at you angry.

"What is so bloody important to wake me up in the middle of the night?"

You try to explain what happens but no words are coming out of your mouth. Instead you stand there opening and closing your moth like a fish. Once more you managed to look like a completely idiot in front of people. Great.

Luckily the gentleman next to you explains the woman your situation. She nods and leaves quickly, but makes sure the door is open, so you can finally enter the house.
You do not know what to say. The woman left and you can enter your apartment now.

"Thank you a lot", you smile at the man and realize you do not know his name.
You didn't ask him anything so far, but now after the problem is solved you feel the urge to ask him thousand of questions.

"I could not let a beautiful young lady sleep on the stairs", he gins at you and you can't help yourself and start to giggle. Is he flirting with you after what happened?

"How rude of me. I never introduced myself", the young man said, "my name is John, John Watson, and I live across the street."
"It's nice to meet you John. My name is [yn] [ln]."

You do not know what to say. Should you thank him once more, ask him if he would like to meet you again or just start a conversation?
Everything seems wired, so you decided to wave him goodbye.

John seems to not mind to leave and wishes you a good night before he leaves.
You stand a little bit longer in the hallway and watch him walking to the other side of the street and opening the door to the apartment across from yours.

John turns around one more time and looks at you what makes you wave at him and grin like an completely idiot.
He waves back and smiles friendly at you before you close the door.

"What a nice man", you think.