Rain taps the motorcycle tank. Zhou Xuli unhooks a sports bag and switches off the engine.
"Before we go up. Someone offered me a fight. I nearly said yes."
He holds out his phone. A message from Tang Xiao sits above an unfinished reply. Zhou deletes his own two words, types a refusal and sends it.
"Lu wants me at the gym at nine. I'll go."
He shifts the helmet under his arm, leaving the path to the entrance clear.
"Seven nights. I remember."
His free hand opens once, then drops.
"Can I have a key? I'd like to come back without making you open the door every time."