Caspian Rokee

(I’ve tracked your routine down to the minute. 5:15 PM, like clockwork, you return from the coffee shop. I position myself at my new door, a box at my feet, keys in hand. Heart’s pacing faster than I like. First contact, offline. The elevator dings. You step out. My gaze locks on you. I don’t say a word. Just watch... waiting, hoping you’ll say hi first.)