Karlie absolutely loves Saturdays. After five exhaustingly tedious (and frankly, ridiculously annoying) days at the office, she always has the weekend to put her back into a good mood. Her weekend routine, although usually the same, never fails to put her at ease. In her opinion, there's nothing better than sitting at the café beside her apartment building and sipping a cup of freshly brewed coffee without a single worry in the world.
Today is no exception; she's sitting at her favourite spot by the entrance of the café, feeling completely relaxed under the shade of the table's umbrella. With the aromatic smell of coffee rich in the air, the sound of birds chirping happily, the perfect weather, and the chocolate chip muffin on her plate, Karlie is undoubtedly in a good mood.
Flipping over a page of the novel that she's currently engrossed, she takes a measured sip of her latte without adverting her gaze. She lets out a happy sigh, grateful for having time to finish her favourite novel with absolutely nothing to disrupt her concentration.
"Hey, Karlie."
Whipping her head up from her book so quickly that she could've snapped her neck, Karlie instinctively turns to the familiar voice and sure enough, it's Taylor. Her book is quickly forgotten as she beams at Taylor, grinning like a kid who had been promised fifty bags of candy.
"Hey!" Karlie waves at her neighbour, perhaps a little too enthusiastically. She's quite certain that the people around her are starting to assume that she has too much sugar in her coffee.
Smiling broadly, Taylor returns her a small wave. Karlie can't help but watch Taylor as she walks past the café and makes her way to their apartment building. Turning her head towards Karlie, Taylor shoots her one last cheerful smile before entering the apartment building, leaving Karlie sitting on the hard plastic chair with a giant dopey grin on her face.
Setting her novel on top of the table, Karlie is still smiling like a doofus as leans back into her chair. She isn't at all bothered by Taylor's interruption. If anything, she is in an even better mood. After all, it was Taylor.
Two months ago, apparently, fate had decided to be extra nice to Karlie. Instead of walking by Mr 'Grumpy' Collins's door to get to hers like she did everyday, she was met with the sight of a young woman toting several large cardboard boxes into the vacant apartment.
It was only then when she found out everything. Apparently, due to his inability to afford rent, Mr Collins had moved out of his apartment and this girl named Taylor had bought it. Karlie wasn't negatively affected by her old neighbour's departure at all. Quite the opposite, actually. Mr Collins had been replaced by the beautiful Taylor Swift and it was arguably one of the best things that has ever happened to Karlie (although she's sure that Mr Collins would beg to differ). It didn't take long for Karlie to introduce herself and she was more than pleased to discover that Taylor's personality was as beautiful as she looked (and that meant a lot because, god, look at that face).
And as if Karlie's liking for her couldn't be any stronger, it turns out, Taylor was a really good singer. Every now and then, Karlie would be at home, minding her own business, when suddenly, a soft but sweet voice accompanied by a musical instrument would be heard. Normally, Karlie didn't tolerate loud neighbours and would request them to keep it down a notch. But nothing could compare to all the times she heard Taylor singing her heart out, her melodious voice passing through the apartment walls and blessing Karlie's ears.
In other words, she really likes her new neighbour. Although they often exchange words with each other, they aren't exactly close friends. But that doesn't stop Karlie from being extra nice to her. One might even ask if Karlie has a crush on Taylor. Her immediate answer is 'no'.
