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It wasn't unusual for you to spend the weekend alone. Usually, you would have a little three-year-old running around your house at this time of day, showing you a drawing she had created or she was pulling you into the living room to watch cartoons with her.
But this was the weekend she was spending with her dad. Although you did enjoy getting to sleep in a few extra hours, you missed her terribly. You knew she looked forward to spending the weekend with her dad and his side of the family.
Walking into the kitchen to get a pot of coffee started, you turn on the television to get some sort of background noise going. Checking messages on your phone, you read through messages you received through the night and swiping away notifications you didn't care about.
You always wondered what Olive did with her dad. He never told you what they did or what they were going to do. But from what you saw on his sister's Snapchat story and his mom's Facebook, she always looked like she was having the time of her life.
You were about to get breakfast ready to make when you heard a knock on your door, contorting your face a little bit. Looking through the peephole you recognize the man standing on the other side of your door to be the boy who lived across the hall, Kirby.
"Hey Kirby, can I help you?" You greet, wrapping your cardigan around your body when you were exposed to the cold air of the hallway.
"Uh, hey y/n um, this is kind of embarrassing but I locked the door on accident and I was wondering if you could call the tenant for me? I left my phone down there too." He explained, the tip of his nose red like his cheeks.
You chuckled and invited him inside, "yes of course, here." You handed the boy your phone, opening it up to the building owner's contact.
Turning down the television you hung out in the kitchen while Kirby was on the phone. Reaching into the pantry you pull out some pancake mix and you grab a mixing bowl and a measuring cup.
"He said he can't get here until this afternoon," Kirby said, setting your phone on the kitchen counter. "So I guess I'll get out of your hair. Thanks for letting me use your phone, by the way." Kirby starts to walk towards the door but you stop him from doing so.
"Where are you gonna go? It's a freakin' blizzard outside and you don't have the keys to your apartment. You're welcome to stay here, I'm sure it'll be better than sitting in the hallway for a few hours."
Kirby opens his mouth, looking like he wants to say something. "How many pancakes do you want?"
The boy sighs, "two, please." He hops onto the counter in front of you while you mix the batter with a whisk.
"You're welcome to have a cup of coffee if you'd like," You keep mixing until you feel all of the clumps dissolve into the batter, pouring some mixture over the hot pan.
