John didn't know why he was following the girl, but there it was. Maybe it was the way her eyes refused to meet his or maybe it was the smell of he sweat. Likely it was the beer and the drugs. Whatever the impetus, he found himself following her down the hill into a slightly less trendy part of town than his own. Living here must be particularly affordable, he thought, and wondered if it was worth the social stigma. The girl walked several blocks ahead of him. Her hips swayed and he watched in the light of the street lamps. For several blocks he followed her unthinkingly, until she stopped in front of a tall residential tower next to a Honda dealership. She slipped her key into the lock and opened the door. John worked himself up to a wobbly jog and managed to get to the door before it had shut completely. She looked up and they made eye contact. Finally she had noticed him.

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