Hey, Neighbor.Boy, she sounded chipper.
I typed,Hey back at ya.. I got your email.
Was wondering. I sent it over three minutes ago…I was warming up to her humor.
LOL. What are you doing?
Nothing. You?
The same. Thank you for the candy.
You’re welcome. Need more?
I do, actually.
I’m on it.Gladly. This time I might get her even less, then she’d run out and need me to get more for her faster.
Thanks for talking through the door like it wasn’t completely weird.
Was fun. Maybe you’ll open the door sometime soon.No. I did not just type that.
Wouldn’t count on it. But thanks. I should go.
Don’t go. Unless you want to meet at your door.
No reply. No dots.Shit. I’d scared her off. What the hell was wrong with me? I didnotpine after chicks. I couldnothave a girlfriend. I shouldn’t have friends, either, but I’d already broken that rule with Drey at the bar. Though, he was wicked tough and could fend off anything if Dad found him.
Angelina?
I’m here.
Sorry if I spooked you about the door comment.
You talk to chicks through doors often?
That was close to the “You come here often?” pick up line. I wondered if she was lonely like I was. Had to be if she was a shut-in.
Only those I find in elevators.
So, often? LOL. I’m so embarrassed.
Don’t be. It’s fine. There’s not much I haven’t seen, so there’s not much that’ll shock me.
Wish I could say the same.
Those six words grated along my chest cavity like a dull blade. She must have been through something bad to be a shut-in. Or something bad happened to her.So, what’s your plan for tonight?
I’m going to watch a movie with my friend Lizzie.
She’s coming over?
No, we watch them online together and video chat during the show.
Sounds fun. Never done that before.
Lizzie and I do this all the time. You can come if you want.
As in come over?Count me in. I’ll bring the candy corn.