I moved to a new apartment a couple of months ago. It’s a small one bedroom, that sits on the ground level of a house on the outskirts of the city. It takes me a while to get to work, but the rent is cheap. And there’s a big beautiful garden.
Upstairs lives my landlady Vera, with her son, Greg who’s got to be atleast 40, and grossly overweight. Vera’s sweet and we get along well, but I’ve never really spoken to her son. He doesn’t seem to go out much, and Vera told me he doesn’t work.
I’ve noticed him eyeing me from his window whenever I’m out in the garden. Honestly, I’ve always deep down sort of enjoyed guys looking at me, even gross guys like Greg, so I dont mind too much. Makes me feel desireable. Even when it’s creepy guys like Greg.
One evening I get home late from work and notice someone’s left something by my door. It’s a bottle of wine, with a little card attached. “To Lily, thanks so much for looking in on Whiskers. Love Vera.”