refund

We were about to move into a two-bedroom apartment in my building. After four years, we broke up on the day the president announced the 15-day quarantine. We broke up over a fight we had at dinner two weeks prior. He had brought me flowers and I wanted to put them in water, we squabbled and it ruined our dinner. How petty and dumb, right? Now instead of checking on each other, he's dropping off the key to my apartment, the parking decal, and the key to his bike lock that is on my bike. He's kindly asked that I gather his things and leave them at my front desk for him to pick up, including the bike lock. Can you imagine focusing on a bike lock when the entire world is dealing with a global pandemic? Good riddance if you ask me. I'd like my four years back, please.