Amelia-wang---your-next-door-whore -- -

"Hi," Amelia said. "I'm your neighbor. I need to borrow a laptop charger. Or a miracle."

They sat on his thrifted couch — him cross-legged, her awkwardly perched — while her laptop charged. He made tea. He asked about her process. She asked about his drumming. Three hours passed like three minutes. She finished her article on his coffee table, and he didn't once look over her shoulder. Amelia-Wang---Your-next-door-whore --

Amelia looked at his messy hair, his kind eyes, the door to her own lonely apartment behind her. "Hi," Amelia said

"Nah. You're just a writer who forgot she was also a person." his kind eyes