Apartment Complex (Amsterdam)

Serenity walked up to the front door and leaned against the side. "Hurry up. I'm hungry."

"Whatever." He went inside and shut the door, leaving Serenity alone in the hall.

"Hey.. Is he ditching me? No. He's just getting his wallet." To be sure, Serenity knocked on the door. "LET ME IN."

"IN A MINUTE!"

"FINE!" Serenity shouted back, leaning against the door. Like an idiot.

Five minutes passed, still nothing.

"Chuck, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Hurry up!"

"I'm looking for it!"

"Let me in, I'll help!"

"No!"

"Why not?! Damn it, I'm bored."

"Because, no!"

Serenity made an exasperated noise, and tried to open the door, knocking on it harder.

He'd locked it. "Be patient, woman!"

"I don't want to be patient. Please, hurry up."

No response.

"CHUCK. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN THERE?!"

"I can't find my wallet!"

"JUST LET ME IN."

A click of the lock.

Serenity opened the door. "Finally. Let's find the wallet."

The rather small room was, surprisingly enough, quite clean. Aside from a few drawers that were ajar, but that was just from the wild searching. "I've looked everywhere."

"Have you checked your pants pockets? The dirty ones, too." Serenity asked, going in and looking around.

"ALMOST everywhere." He sounded somewhat tense. He couldn't remember the last time a girl was in his room... wait, yeah, earlier this morning. Nevermind.

"Well, where haven't you checked, then?" Serenity turned around and rolled her eyes at him.