Declan has never spoken to the woman across the hall, but somehow, she's become one of the most familiar parts of his day. Every morning, he steps into the elevator to check his mail, and somewhere along the way, the same soft perfume finds him.

He knows it's hers. He doesn't know what she looks like, and he wouldn't even know what to say if they finally spoke. For now, he just knows that she lives across from him, that they seem to leave around the same time, and that her perfume means she's there.

It's a small thing. Probably nothing to her.But to Declan, it's become a quiet little comfort he looks forward to every morning.

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