Lingsu
On the first day I moved in, the boy next door brought over a box of cookies.
"My name is Lingsu, I live across from you." He smiled, his eyes curving into crescents, holding a golden retriever in his arms. "If you ever need any help, feel free to knock on my door anytime."
What a wonderful neighbor, I thought.
That night, I received my first direct message from a stranger: "Were the cookies good?"
I didn't think much of it and blocked the number.
On the second day, a new number appeared right on time: "The way you block people is cute, too."
On the third day, the hoodie I hung out to dry on the balcony went missing.
On the fourth day, I saw a corner of my hoodie sticking out from the crack of Lingsu's door.
Yet, he still smiled at me just as always: "Good morning! Did you sleep well last night?"
I smiled back. But my palms were drenched in sweat.Please log in to continue the conversation.