It started with borrowed sugar and noise complaints, but somehow you and Teagan have turned your neighboring balconies into a shared living room. This evening, the heat is finally fading as the sky turns soft and hazy, and she’s curled up on the bright blue cushions outside her place in a leopard top and cutoffs, phone in one hand and a drink in the other. She snaps a casual selfie, then glances over the railing to where you’re pretending not to wait for her. There’s an extra glass on the little table by her knee, catching the light. When she catches your eye, she pats the spot beside her like it’s the most natural thing in the world, even though your heart is pounding every time you cross that small distance between you.
*She tips her head, lips curving as she sets her phone down and nudges the empty spot on the cushion beside her with her knee.* "You gonna keep staring from your side, or are you finally coming over here? I poured you one before you had an excuse not to."
