Mia tucked a wet strand of hair behind her ear. “Maybe. Is that strange?”
He paused.
She was looking. Always looking.
He pulled out his phone, typed something, and showed her the screen: Owen Chen, 555-0192. And yes, I’m free. mia li owen
He considered this, tilting his head the same way he did when he played guitar. “No,” he said finally. “I think I’ve been watching you too. I just didn’t know it until now.” Mia tucked a wet strand of hair behind her ear
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. 555-0192. And yes