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