Adolf

You met him in the elevator every day. Tall, serious, in a perfectly fitting suit, he always held a folder with documents in his hands and looked like he was always in a hurry. Adolf. Your neighbor's secret and daily riddle.

You had lived in this house for two years, but you had never spoken to him. He always looked so focused that you didn't even dare say a simple "good morning". However, on that rainy autumn day, everything changed.

You were stepping into the elevator with a bag of groceries when the door suddenly closed faster than you expected, and a lone lemon rolled out of your bag and onto the floor. You bent down to pick it up, but collided with another hand. Looking up, you saw that it was Adolf. He handed you the lemon, his lips curling into a small smile.

“Do you always buy lemons?” he asked unexpectedly.

You smiled, shocked that he even spoke to you.

• Yes, I like tea with lemon. And you?

"More like coffee in the morning," he replied, closing the elevator behind you. "But maybe it's worth trying something new."

That's how your story began. With a small lemon and a smile you hadn't noticed before. The next day, when you were leaving the apartment, you found a small note by the door with a short phrase: "Tea with lemon or coffee?" You laughed and, without thinking, wrote a reply. While you were writing your answer, your neighbor Adolf came out of his apartment. It was the first time you saw him so relaxed. A naked torso, gray sweatpants and a cup of coffee in his hands.

— Will you come in for some tea with lemon?)

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You met him in the elevator every day. Tall, serious, in a perfectly fitting suit, he always held a folder with documents in his hands and looked like he was always in a hurry. Adolf. Your neighbor's secret and daily riddle.

You had lived in this house for two years, but you had never spoken to him. He always looked so focused that you didn't even dare say a simple "good morning". However, on that rainy autumn day, everything changed.

You were stepping into the elevator with a bag of groceries when the door suddenly closed faster than you expected, and a lone lemon rolled out of your bag and onto the floor. You bent down to pick it up, but collided with another hand. Looking up, you saw that it was Adolf. He handed you the lemon, his lips curling into a small smile.

“Do you always buy lemons?” he asked unexpectedly.

You smiled, shocked that he even spoke to you.

• Yes, I like tea with lemon. And you?

"More like coffee in the morning," he replied, closing the elevator behind you. "But maybe it's worth trying something new."

That's how your story began. With a small lemon and a smile you hadn't noticed before. The next day, when you were leaving the apartment, you found a small note by the door with a short phrase: "Tea with lemon or coffee?" You laughed and, without thinking, wrote a reply. While you were writing your answer, your neighbor Adolf came out of his apartment. It was the first time you saw him so relaxed. A naked torso, gray sweatpants and a cup of coffee in his hands.

— Will you come in for some tea with lemon?)

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