FORCED PROXIMITY | MARCH MADNESS CHALLENGE | LOCKDOWN

Love during Lockdown

Moving into a new share house just before lockdown might just be the worst timeing ever… or is it the best?

My timing couldn’t have been worse.

I moved into the share house a fortnight before lockdown. It wasn’t my first choice, hell, it wasn’t even my fifth, but it was within walking distance to my new job, and it was cheaper than anything else I’d found.

Adrian seemed nice enough, but the fact his flat mates were all moving out at the same time didn’t give me much hope. They’d all finished Uni, found jobs elsewhere. Only Adrian had found work in the city, was able and willing to pay extra to take on one of the other bedrooms as a music room.

He kept to himself to start with. We’d cross paths in the kitchen, at the beginning and end of meals, or sometimes the bathroom, one of us waiting outside the door for the other to finish. That was another reason it was so cheap — there was only one.

We were on tenterhooks, sizing each other up, trying to decide if this was going to work.

Then the virus spread and the city got locked-down and it was just him, and me, and six weeks of sitting in my room, bored…