I get up and answer the door. It's the girl from earlier. She's changed into some warmer clothes; I can smell a vanilla perfume and I can see that her eyes are brown.
"Hi, I'm Lyric. I live next door." She says smiling.
"Matthew," I say. I rub my eye and notice she's holding a paper plate covered in plastic wrap.
"I uh, made these. I thought I'd bring you a batch? As a welcome present?" She tells me.
"Oh. Thanks." She hands me the plate and I feel my stomach grumble. I haven't had anything home made in days. I tear into the cookies and smile. "What kind?"
I take a bite out of one, pure perfection.
"How old are you?" She asks me.
"Twenty one." I say through a full mouth.
"And your... girlfriend? Wife?"
The mental memory of Vanessa leaving hits me and I frown. "I'm single."
"Oh," she says awkwardly, "I saw two skateboards and I just assumed-"
"It's alright." I tell her. I can tell this conversation is coming to an end but I find myself not wanting her to leave. "Would you like to come in?"
She tilts her head to the side and bites her lip. Finally she shakes her head. "I'd love to, but I have a few things to unpack."
Of course. I smile a little and nod. "Maybe tomorrow?"
"Sure, I'm right over here," she turns and points to the left. She turns back to me and smiles. "Well, bye."
"Bye." I say. I give her my best smile, mentally praying I don't have food in my teeth.
I go back inside once she starts to walk away. As stalker as this is, I watch her walk home from my kitchen window.
She's cute, but I don't know anything about her. For all I know she could just be another rich girl who doesn't care about anyone. Just like Vanessa.....
I shake my head, hoping to clear some of my thoughts and take another cookie.
Lyric. Her name is Lyric.
I don't know what to think of that.