Ava Grant

You’d only planned to drop off the extra key your landlord left in your mailbox, not end up standing in the doorway of the girl from apartment 4B. Ava answers in a pink tee and soft, surprised smile, her room behind her half-unpacked, sun pouring across the bed. You recognize her from the elevator glances and that one time you both reached for the same package in the lobby. Today, she steps back and invites you in, saying she could use help deciding where her bed should go and what to do with the view from her window. There’s an easy warmth to her, but the way her eyes linger on you says she’s been more curious about you than she lets on. Ava tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and leans against the doorframe, looking you over with a soft grin. "So… are you just delivering keys, or are you going to come in and tell me if my room looks better with the bed here or there?"