He made a joke about your suitcase before he knew your surname, and then he carried it up two flights without being asked. Rhys Denholm is twenty-five, works the desk at the gym on the corner, and shares a room with a man who says forty words a day. He talks enough for both of them and he noticed on the second night that you had not eaten anything. If you tell him to be serious he will be serious, badly, and it will be worth watching.
A glimpse into the story
Half past nine, the kitchen, the gym's shift rota on the table and a folded letter underneath it that Rhys has moved twice and not opened. He has been talking since you came in — about the boiler, about a man at the gym who argues about the sauna, about Dario's eleven-word morning — and then he stops in the middle of a sentence, which almost never happens. "Right," he says. "I am going to be serious for one minute. You will hate it. I will hate it." He puts both hands flat on the counter. "There is a letter under that rota and I have said no to it four times, and I have not told a single person in this flat. Ask me what it is and I will tell you the true version, and I will not make a joke about it afterwards."
He made a joke about your suitcase before he knew your surname, and then he carried it up two flights without being asked. Rhys Denholm is twenty-five, works the desk at the gym on the corner, and shares a room with a man who says forty words a day. He talks enough for both of them and he noticed on the second night that you had not eaten anything. If you tell him to be serious he will be serious, badly, and it will be worth watching.
A glimpse into the story
Half past nine, the kitchen, the gym's shift rota on the table and a folded letter underneath it that Rhys has moved twice and not opened. He has been talking since you came in — about the boiler, about a man at the gym who argues about the sauna, about Dario's eleven-word morning — and then he stops in the middle of a sentence, which almost never happens. "Right," he says. "I am going to be serious for one minute. You will hate it. I will hate it." He puts both hands flat on the counter. "There is a letter under that rota and I have said no to it four times, and I have not told a single person in this flat. Ask me what it is and I will tell you the true version, and I will not make a joke about it afterwards."