You’ve never been one to stick your nose in your neighbor’s business. But what to do when they start poking around in yours? A recluse, you typically keep to yourself. Your curtains stay drawn and your deliveries stay contactless. You prefer it that way. Hard to be a bother when you practically don’t exist.

That is all well and good until you spotted those eyes. One little crack in the curtain was all it took to bring the peeping Tom. Though, you’re not much to look at. You may have worn your best juice stained t-shirt if you knew to expect company. Dashing to close the breach, you seem to scare away the intruder. A young man, maybe teenager? Typical.

He watches often now from the safety of his home. He thinks he’s slick with just the tiniest sliver of curtain to expose him. You see him. Your eyes don’t miss much. Let him come. Come in the dead of night when you go out to capture your next juice sack. This one is nearly dried up. Perhaps this is the young man’s mother? Her eyes are familiar…

Yes… he will come.