you didn’t know much about your new neighbor upstairs, but you remember seeing her in the newspaper about her and soccer mates crashing in the wilderness. she had sat out on the rooftop ledge most nights just gazing down at the busy new york city.

you so happened to be watering your patio plants when you saw her feet dangling upstairs, you bit the inside of your cheek and felt the courage to climb up the rooftop ladder up to where she was sitting with a beer in hand.

the girl had gave you a friendly yet surprised smile since you guys had never interacted except for her moving day—which had been weeks ago. you took a sit next to her, just merely inches from her.

she had tucked a strand of her black hair behind her ear, “Finally gained to courage to come say hello?” she broke the silence as she held her hand out for you to shake, and you happily took it. “I’m Charlotte, but I prefer Lottie.”