It’s a dark, cold December evening in London sill days away from the weekend. He is sitting at his desk finishing off work. A half finished beer sits next to his keyboard, his tie discarded on the floor and top two shirt buttons undone. His focus is going, and mind wondering so when a light flicks on outside the window, just in the corner of his vision, he turns to look.
She has just got in, sick of work and frustrated from fighting the crowds on the tube. She throws her bag on the floor, takes a bottle of wine from the fridge and pours a glass. Discarding her jacket on the back of a chair she takes the glass and heads into the bedroom to prepare for a long bath. As she turns the light on, she sees another light on across the alley, and in the window the new tenant sitting at his desk.
He sees his neighbour for the first time, attracted instantly. She is undoing her long hair, letting it fall down about her shoulders. Her intelligent eyes meet his for a second before she looks away. He thinks he spots a small smile flick across her full lips before she turns and walks towards a wardrobe. He can see her shapely body under a white, fitted blouse. A black pencil skirt hugs her bum, on top of sheer tights.