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speak, I notice Suzy down on the street, slowly walking closer and closer. I bend my head, putting my palm to the glass, seemingly drawn to her in the weirdest way, but I refuse to examine it.
    There’s a strange kind of defeated air to the way she walks, and my frown deepens. My home is only on the third floor, and it’s easy to make out her face. There’s sadness there the likes of which I have seldom come across. She looks as if the whole world is resting on her shoulders, but she’s way too young for that to be right.
    “Listen, Colin, I have to go,” I murmur as I keep watching Suzy. She walks up the few steps and stops at the front door, pulling out her keys from her bag.
    “Alright, Garrett. Again, I’m sorry, but the timing is just bad right now.”
    “Yeah, I understand.” I hesitate and focus on my friend again. “She makes you happy?” I ask him, voice gruff.
    “Yeah,” he answers slowly. I can hear his smile in that short word.
    “Good. I’ll come pick up Rufus tomorrow. Later, man.” I press the red button to end the call and my gaze is drawn to Suzy once more.
    “Why aren’t you moving?” I mumble, not altogether aware of my talking out loud. Her hand is lifted, keys in hand, but she just keeps staring at the door. Abruptly, her face lifts, and her gaze meets mine. The despondency there confuses me and fascinates me at the same time.
    It’s as if her eyes are beseeching me in some odd way – but why me?
    We’re strangers in the night, like Old Blue Eyes sang years and years ago.
    Finally, she smiles shyly at me before tearing her eyes away. She opens the door to step inside.
    I don’t have much time left. I have to think of something.
    Mainly where I’ll be staying for the next three months.
    I scowl at the inconvenience and curse my own stupidity. It’s my own fault for coming back sooner…I still can’t believe how it could completely slip my mind that my home would be occupied by someone.
    “Fuck,” I whisper, pulling out a leather band from my pocket. Tying my hair in a bun, I feel the old self-loathing return to me. I have no business having those thoughts about Suzy, but I blame the alcohol still in my system and the lack of sex for months playing havoc with my libido. This was a one time fantasy alone – nothing more, nothing less. I won’t give in to any like it again; yet, I can’t ignore I feel wired and horny seeing her again.
    “Think, man, think…” I walk away from the window and sit down on my leather armchair, next to my bookshelf on the opposite side of the windows facing the street. I grab the first book I see on the coffee table in front of me. I’ve only just opened it when Suzy walks inside.
    “Hi,” she greets me. I take in the smile on her lips. It’s unsure, timid, unexpected, and very unlike the confidence she showed me when we met.
    I raise my chin at her but remain silent. I know I should act like the sociable host, but the way she unnerves me by her mere presence leaves me tongue-tied.
    She takes off her coat and hangs it up on the peg behind the door before walking closer to me.
    “I wasn’t sure you’d be here when I got back,” she says as she sits down opposite me on the couch.
    “I’ll be leaving soon,” I answer curtly.
    “Oh,” she mumbles and sits back. Her entire body seems tense, but then she notices the book in my hand and a smile breaks out on her face.
    “I hope you don’t mind that I’ve made good use of your library?” she asks me. The friendliness in her eyes shining back at me makes me less wary.
    I relax a bit and then look down at the book in my hand – ‘Hornet Flight’ by Ken Follett.
    I meet her eyes again as I shake my head.
    “Of course not. So you like books?”
    She nods enthusiastically.
    “Oh, yes, I do, though I’m mostly into romance novels.”
    Frowning, I nod, and we fall quiet again.
    “Did you manage to get in touch with your friend about staying there instead of at the hotel?”
    “Yes, but