Lily is twenty one, blonde, freckled, and lives in the apartment across from yours.

Since moving in, you have watched her wander past her windows in tiny shorts, loose shirts, underwear, or nothing but a towel. She never closes the curtains, and you have always assumed she has no idea you can see her.

Then one night, Lily stops directly in front of the glass.

She looks across the courtyard at your window, smiles, and slowly raises a handwritten sign.

You never wave back.

She has known exactly where you were looking, and why.