“I completely forgot I ordered it.”
“Well, it’s definitely waiting on you,” she laughed.
“I appreciate you,” I thanked her.
“Anytime, baby.”
After she disappeared back into her apartment, I grabbed my keys and headed downstairs. The resident lounge sat just before the mailroom, so I glanced over out of habit. When I saw her, that’s when I stopped walking. She sat tucked into the corner of one of the couches with her laptop resting across her legs. One earbud hung from her left ear while the other rested against her hoodie. I wondered what the hell Penelope was doing here. She hadn’t noticed me. As I looked at her, I couldn’t help but smile.
I walked over until I was standing a few feet away.
“You know…”
She kept typing.
“If you wanted to know where I lived, you could’ve just asked instead of waiting me out.”
She finally looked up, and a small chuckle escaped her.
“Boy… I live here.”
I blinked.
“You do?”
She nodded.
“I have for almost a year.”
I looked around the lounge before pointing toward the elevators.
“So, you’re telling me all this time that we’ve been neighbors?”
“Looks that way.”
I shook my head.
“That’s crazy.”
“It really isn’t.”
“There are over two hundred apartments in this building.”
I laughed.
“There you go again.”
“What?” she asked with the raise of an eyebrow.
“Killing the moment with facts.”
“I like facts.”
“I can tell.”
She closed her laptop halfway and looked at me.
“What are you doing down here?” she questioned.