for @halcyonisms.
“Hi.” It’s a weak greeting, Jane knows, when she’s lived in the flat opposite the woman for months, but she’s shy these days. It’s that same shyness that kept her from introducing herself sooner. In fact, she might never have got around to having a conversation with her neighbour, but the sorry you were out! card that the postman slipped under her door said that he’d left the parcel in the next flat, and so she really had no choice.
“I’m Jay,” she continues, tucking her hair behind both ears. “I live-- you probably know. I live opposite. But, uh... did you get a package for me, by any chance?”











