She stood below his fourth story window, in the parking lot with only a few rusting trucks because so few in the building could actually afford to drive.

His lamp glowed through his open window, the shutters only half way up, just to the edge of the opened window. She thought she could hear music playing, or the tv on, but that could have been any number of the apartments between her and his.

Wind whistled softly between the buildings, tugging at escaped strands of hair, sending little shivers of cool across the narrow ribbons of sweat along her hairline. It had been hot in the store, and with her bustling about it was just hot enough for sweat.

He didn't realize she was down there, if he was home at all. She assumed so, though he did have an occasional tendancy to leave the light on when he left.

Rain hit her face, softly, just a few spatterings. The storm had ended, or so she'd thought. The sky was dark; it was late. She was probably not even visible against the dark, wet pavement.

She sighed and gave up, for now. She'd be back; she knew she'd always be back. She couldn't stay away. It was an addiction, he was an addiction, whether he knew it or not.

Stretching the kink out of her neck she walked softly out the driveway and slid into the shadows.

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Rosie.

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