Finally heading home, André arrives home to see a moving truck leaving the street, making it clear that someone has moved in onto the traditional-looking house across the street. Unlike most people, André decided it was best in the moment, to mind his business and go in his house and cook dinner.
After eating dinner, André heads to the bathroom to take a bath. Before he can relax in the tub, he hears “It’s ten in the afternoon, who the hell is making this much noise at this hour?”.
The house across the street, brightly lit and newly furnished and the window blinds mistakenly open showing a man, lanky in stature seemingly wanting another person, out of his view to come to him. The action, sensual in nature, left André intrigued. “Ah, I see the new neighbors are in love, how sweet”.
His reaction suddenly shifts once the person he was summoning is visible. “Tiana?”
“No, that can’t be her”. André says as he awkwardly tries to laugh it off. “That would be ridiculous. Who would move in to the place right next door to where their ex lives?” he pondered to himself. But his eyes did not deceive him, his next-door neighbors, to his chagrin are his ex-girlfriend of two years and her new love.
He leaves to take his bath, with hopes that the brief period of solitude to take it all in. But once he saw her, his thoughts started to break open the bathroom door and invade his mind, and André is forced to muse over their time together. “God, we had such an interesting life together” he thought to himself. “Seeing her with...really makes me...”.
André slowly drifts into a daydream, slowly remembering glimpses of the night everything changed.
He remembers, two years or so ago how his cab driver cancelled his ride, leaving him waiting for about thirty minutes for a friend to pick him up from a studio party as a young marketing employee. He remembers walking and noticing the small but heavily furnished art gallery, and meeting the debut artist in question, and hitting it off. The new found duo spend the rest of the time together, laughing and musing over art until André’s ride arrives to pick him up. They decide to trade their phone numbers, and the rest was history.
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