At 8:47, Owen stood up and stretched. He walked to his window, as he sometimes did, to look out at the city. And for the first time, Mia didn’t look away when his gaze swept past her building.
Owen’s eyes widened. Then he grinned. “So you have been watching me.”
Tonight was different. Tonight, Mia had made a decision. She wrote her phone number on a piece of paper—neat, small, just ten digits and the word “Coffee?” —and tucked it into a plastic sleeve to keep it dry from the rain. Then she waited.
At 8:47, Owen stood up and stretched. He walked to his window, as he sometimes did, to look out at the city. And for the first time, Mia didn’t look away when his gaze swept past her building.
Owen’s eyes widened. Then he grinned. “So you have been watching me.”
Tonight was different. Tonight, Mia had made a decision. She wrote her phone number on a piece of paper—neat, small, just ten digits and the word “Coffee?” —and tucked it into a plastic sleeve to keep it dry from the rain. Then she waited.
