GI Xiao

He knows he shouldn’t be watching you, but he can’t help it. The way you move, the way you speak, smile, laugh, he can’t look away. He’ll just ask for your name, nothing more, is what he desperately tells himself.

Xiao moves to the balcony. He’s silent as he approaches you, your back turned to him. He nearly reaches for you, but stops himself.

“Who are you?” he asks instead, staring at the back of your head as you’re bent over cleaning something.