"You do this often?" she whispered.
"Locked out," Abella said flatly, holding up her single slipper as if it explained everything.
The hallway was silent. Her roommate, Jenna, was on a business trip. The landlord’s office closed at five. Abella was wearing a pair of worn-out sweatpants, an oversized hoodie, and one fuzzy slipper—the other had been sacrificed to a puddle near the dumpster.
He nodded slowly, then stood up. "I have a toolkit. And a terrible habit of lockpicking as a stress reliever during college. No promises, but…"
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