Ian marched bravely across the street. It was early November and chilly. The neighbor-girl was sitting outside. Down the road was the post-office. He had letters in hand, ready to deliver and timed things just right so that she would be outside when he "just so happened" to walk by.
He also needed to get away from Birdie who couldn’t stop gushing about her latest crush.
The woman waved at him. At first he didn’t really believe what had happened and hesitated. She waved him over again. Jackpot! His plan was working perfectly. She had a letter in her hand.
“One of you roommates wouldn’t happen to be Birdie O’Reilly would it?” she asked and took a drag of her cigarette.
“Oh, yeah—she’s my cousin and my roommate. I’m Ian O’Reilly,” he said holding out his hand for a shake. She slapped it in a sideways high-five and blew smoke out her nose. He couldn’t help but check out her long dark hair, deep brown eyes and curves.
“I’m your neighbor—Georgia Smalley,” she said and handed him the letter.
“The postal worker left that in my box by accident. Any chance you could give it to Birdie?” she asked.
“Yeah, no problem,” Ian mumbled. He tried quickly to think up some reason for them to hang out. He could see the top of her t-shirt under her coat. It had logo on it from the movie The Crow.
“You like The Crow?” he asked. She looked at him, down at her shirt and up at him, one eyebrow raised.
“I’ve got the whole graphic novel series. You wanna check it out?” He realized he was speaking really quickly and took a deep breath.
“Yeah, sure,” she said and snubbed out her cigarette.
As they walked towards his apartment Ian’s heart began to race. He hadn’t dated anyone in over a year. His last girlfriend had cheated on him and he’d had a really hard time moving past that situation. He tried to think of something to say to Georgia.
“So, how long have you lived across the street?” he asked as they entered the front hall of the apartment.
“Long enough, I guess. I’ve lived on my own since I was sixteen. I’ve lived in that particular apartment for about three years now,” she said as Ian fumbled with his keys.
They stepped into the apartment.
“Looks like we’re the only ones here,” Ian said and became even more nervous. Should he make a move? No! Too soon, but maybe…
“Well The Crow is back on my bookshelf,” he said and she followed him to his bedroom in the back of the apartment.
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