I watch her go to her apartment and look back one quick time before she goes inside and closes the door. I stand there staring for another few minutes just to make sure she doesn't run back out and want to talk to me again.

I sigh as I push away from the door and go back to my living room. Why would she want to talk to me? I didn't even open the door.

When glance outside I see that the sun is beginning to set and it's time for dinner. I think about what I want and then it dawns on me that ...