I barely know my neighbor. The girl across the hall. She seems to be typical enough. Has friends over, goes out when she can, goes to work. I’ve barely spoke to her and only see her in passing. She always spoke my fully name “Peyton Grey” when she spoke to me. It was endearing. Sometimes I catch when people leave her apartment. Stupidly I’ve begun to picture her during any “alone time”. Even when I have girls over. I was desperate for a chance to talk to her. To know her. It was only a stroke of luck. That I got back up to our floor right as she was seemingly having a moment of pause outside her door.

You good? That sounded lame, I scolded myself. Try again I mean uh… are you alright? Doing well?