Owen - Mia Li

“I know,” she said, then flushed. “I mean—I guessed. Your mail sometimes gets delivered to our building by mistake.”

He was sitting at his desk again. Same blue hoodie. Same way he pushed his hair back when he was thinking. She’d learned his rhythms over the past four months, ever since he’d moved into the building across the way. Morning coffee at 7:15. Lights out at 11:40. Sometimes he played guitar—badly, but earnestly—and the faint chords drifted up to her open window on summer nights.

“Hi,” he said. His voice was lower than she’d imagined. “You’re… the girl from across the way.” mia li owen

Owen’s eyes widened. Then he grinned. “So you have been watching me.”

“You wanted coffee?” Owen asked.

“There’s a place two blocks over,” Owen said. “Open till midnight. They have terrible espresso and really good cake.”

Mia held up the paper. “I brought my number just in case. But if you’re free now…” “I know,” she said, then flushed

He paused.