Debby
The next evening, Mom asked me to do a load of laundry. Normally, I’d complain, but tonight, I didn’t.
I timed it perfectly, waited until I heard footsteps above his apartment, then stepped out to the laundry room just at the back of the building. I dumped the basket by the washer and started sorting the clothes, pretending not to listen for the door.
It opened.
“Hey,” Shawn’s voice said.
I glanced over my shoulder like I was surprised. “Oh… hey.”
He stepped inside with a small bag of laundry. “Guess we’re neighbors in here too.”
“Apparently.” I smiled. “Didn’t think I’d see you doing laundry seeing as you just moved in.”
“I like clean clothes,” he said. “Also… not a lot of people do laundry at night.”
“That sounds suspicious,” I teased.
“Does it?” He dropped his bag on the
