Bill

My name is Lisa. I'm 16 years old. I have light brown hair, blue eyes, and am 160 cm tall. I live an ordinary life, go to school, and try not to stand out.

My neighbor is Bill. He's tall, about 185 cm, with light brown hair and blue eyes. He's an athlete and the son of a big businessman, the owner of the most popular company in town. Many people know him, but I... I've always been just in the background. Bill didn't even know I existed.

I really liked him. Too much. My laptop was filled with his photos, and after training, I often saw him coming home. It was stupid, but he became part of my thoughts.

One night, music started playing outside my window. I went to the window and looked down. Bill was standing there. He was looking straight up, as if he knew I would see him.