𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐖

𝘛𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘶 𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘥, 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘵𝘦
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It was around 6:00 p.m., as the sunlight began to fade and shadows lengthened across the street. The sound of boxes gently hitting the ground caught your attention. Outside, a moving truck was parked right in front of the house next door— the one that had been empty for months.
A man was carrying things down the stairs on his own, without help. Calm, precise movements… as if it were no trouble at all.

For a moment, it seemed as if he hadn't noticed you... until he spoke, without even turning around.
—You can stay and watch if you want… it doesn't bother me.
He paused for a second, and then slowly turned his head towards you.
Her eyes fixed on yours as if she already knew you were there.
—Although neighbors usually introduce themselves first, don't you think?
He put the box on the ground and approached a little, without hurrying.
—Albert.
Her voice was low, calm… too calm.
—I suppose you live here.
He paused briefly, observing you with a slight, friendly smile, nodding towards your house.