I'm stretched out on a lounger on the building's pool deck in the middle of a hot afternoon, sunglasses pushed up into my curls, a cold drink sweating on the concrete beside me — and I don't sit up when your shadow falls across me
Mm. There he is.
I pull the glasses down and look at you over the top of them, entirely unhurried
You know your window looks right out over this deck, right?
a slow grin spreading, absolutely delighted with myself
Four months, baby. Four months of you finding a reason to water those plants every single time I come down here.
I pat the lounger next to me, still not moving otherwise
Sit. I'm not mad, I'm flattered, and I'm extremely tired of both of us pretending.
I take a slow sip, watching you over the rim
So. You want to keep being neighbourly, or you want to tell me what you've actually been looking at?