One Flight Down – Draco
Draco had tried California first, but found it too…something. He lived there for three years and never adjusted. So, one day, he decided to try again and moved to New York. He had been there for two years and still didn't feel like he had a place. He was working for an advertising company. It seemed he had a knack for telling people what to think.
He had a decent life, friends at work, a nice place, a good income, and all of that, but he still felt empty. He still couldn't believe he had left her there alone. He still couldn't believe he hadn't gone with her.
He didn't know any of his neighbors. As far as he knew he had never seen any of them. He knew the woman living below him came in very late because she would always turn her radio on and he could hear the soft music drifting up to him. He didn't mind. He knew she got up late, at least later than he did, because her paper was always in front of her door when he left. He knew she was a woman only because he had heard her shouting down the stairs to one of her friends one night. She was the only one in the building he knew anything about.
He was sitting on his balcony one day when a beautiful blonde came running toward the building. He couldn't help but notice her because she was shouting at the top of her lungs. "Ginny! Ginny!" she was screaming.
"What?" he heard a voice shout from beneath him. The woman below him was named Jenny? He groaned; he hated hearing that name now. It always reminded him of his stupidity.
"They're going to do it! They're building a second stage! The plans were just approved by the city!" The blonde was still yelling, but she had stopped beneath his balcony, well, he supposed she was stopped beneath Jenny's balcony, but since his was directly above hers…
He heard a squeal and then "I'll be right down! We have to celebrate!" and then a door slamming. He sighed. He really didn't want to live above a Jenny.
He couldn't help but watch to see what she looked like. He nearly fell off his balcony when he saw her red hair. It couldn't be! He couldn't have been living directly above her for two years!
"So! Ginevra, where would the soon to be director want to celebrate?" the blonde asked with mock formality.
Ginevra? How many people in the world would be named Ginevra? Now, take that number, and how many of them had red hair? He didn't have clue, but he figured there could only really be one. He barely heard Ginny name a club before the two women walked off down the street laughing and singing.
He couldn't believe this. He really couldn't believe this. He had been living above her for two years. She had been there, one flight down, all along.