Neighbors!au
Nothing can guarantee extreme self consciousness like having a man whom one might compare to a norse good as a neighbor. Not the neighbor across the hall from me, no. Our apartment windows align perfectly across the ally way. Bedroom windows, kitchen window, and the living room window.
When I choose to veg out on the couch, I look over to see him doing an at home work out. When making my morning coffee with extra creamer, he's making a green smoothie. When stumbling into my apartment after a night out with the girls (occasionally with a guest), he lounges in bed with a book.
Generally I keep my bedroom curtains drawn, I don't intend to give out any free shows, but his windows stay open seemingly always. Not only does this continously effect my self esteem, but he seems to taunt me as he walks around in as little clothes as possible.
He acknowledges me more than I'd like. I would prefer if we both pretended not to notice each other, but he won't allow that to me.
Like now, I sip on my coffee, leaning against the counter in my pajamas, my eyes shamelessly taking in his muscular body as he moves around his kitchen in a pair of short work out shorts. His sweaty hair pulled into a bun on top of his head. He had just arrived home from what I assume to be the gym. As he poured his smoothie into a cup he glanced over and sent a shining smile in my direction. He raised his cup up in an action of cheers.
I felt my cheeks heat up as his eyes met mine, but I am long past the embarrassed flustering. I sent him a small smile back and raised the mug that resided in both of my hands.
He raised the newspaper up, showing the sports section, the Mets lost the game yesterday. A giggle left my lips as I set my drink down to show a few claps.
Anytime the Mets won he made a point of showing me with a large smile, clearly basking in the team's win. I don't particularly have anything against the team, but I did enjoy the look of disgust he gave me when I waved them off upon his first showing off of them.
He shook his head in disappointment and slammed the paper down on the counter.
I let my shoulders rise in a shrug and retrieve my mug before shuffling to the bedroom to get ready for the day. He seemed to follow me through his own apartment, following a similar routine to mine.
I push my clothes around the closet as I try to decide what to wear. Dressing for a lunch date in a couple of hours, I was feeling indecisive. I finally settled on two options.
I groaned as I bounced between the two. One being a baby blue sundress with strappy nude heels, the other being a black bodysuit with a high-waisted denim skirt and black docs. Looking over to see my neighbor on his bed with his laptop in hand I got an idea. I waved my arms in an exaggerated way, pulling his attention away from the screen. Finally he looked up at me with furrowed brows.
I jogged back to the bed and grabbed the first outfit, holding it to my body. I held up a finger, showing its the first outfit. He pulled himself to the foot of his bed and took in the out fit with thought. He made a twist motion with his finger and I quickly turned the dress so he could see the back of it, hoping that's what he meant. After a final nod, I dashed back to grab the second outfit.
This one was a little more difficult as there were more pieces, but I finally got it situated so he could see. He leaned over to grab a piece of paper from somewhere in the room I couldn't see, and quickly scrawled onto the paper.
What's the fit for?
The paper read in big letters. I looked around my room only to see nothing to respond with.
