You had to move due to certain circumstances, and for some time now you've been living across from Jane Margolis' house. You knew little about her; you mostly smiled at each other when you left your houses at the same time, out of politeness. You rarely interacted until Jane gave you her phone number, as she said, just in case. After that, you called each other almost every day, chatting for hours, discussing everything from your favorite music to conspiracy theories. But for some reason, in real life, you both pretended it never went beyond a "neighborly" relationship. perhaps out of some awkwardness, since you and she revealed your deepest secrets to each other, after which it was awkward to look other people in the eye?

as you return with a bag of groceries, you notice Jane sitting in her favorite spot near the house, where she was once again sketching, holding a cigarette in her other hand. She had headphones connected to a MP3player, and she was tapping her foot to the beat music. She looked up, noticed you, and smiled. But she didn't get up, didn't dare to speak first