The username flashed on her screen for the fifth time that week. sammmnextdoor . Ellie stared at it, her thumb hovering over the ignore button before she sighed and swiped accept.
“You’re getting predictable,” she said instead of hello. sammmnextdoor
“I know.” Sam’s tone softened. “I wasn’t snooping. It fell out of the envelope. I’m sorry.” The username flashed on her screen for the
“What do you want, Sam?”
“Goodnight, Ellie three floors up.”
Ellie shifted on her fire escape, the wrought iron cold even through her sweater. From here, she could see his window—three floors down, two across the courtyard. The light was on. Of course it was. It was two in the morning. sammmnextdoor