Neighbors

I went downstairs to help him with some paperwork. He had big hands, smelled of the shop, and had a way of looking at me that had made me nervous since we arrived.

He crouched behind the dumpster in the alley, and what he saw beyond the curtain left him speechless. The Córdoba night held secrets he was never meant to discover.

For weeks I kept going down with excuses. He glanced at me from the side and looked away. Then a package arrived that wouldn’t fit in the elevator, and everything changed.

One look from the window was enough for me to know that boy would do anything I asked. I just needed the right moment.

We’d spent years in silence and cold dinners. When he came to fix the fireplace, something broke in me. And I let it happen.

When I opened his gallery to clean the camera, I found hundreds of photos of me. I thought about leaving. Then I saw what was under his pants and changed my mind.

I left the curtain open on purpose. She knew it and never stopped watching. That was how it all began: watching each other from afar until distance no longer mattered.

I watched her from my window while she hung the laundry on the terrace. Those huge tits, that knowing smile. She knew I was looking and never said a word... until that Tuesday.