“Yes, I would love it. I’ll be watching.”

Nicholas wrote his message and put it up in the window. Then he went to breakfast and ate oatmeal and grapefruit. He tried his best to mask his elation. He finished up and washed his dishes, then took the lift upstairs. When he got to the window, he saw there was no message in the window, and no sign of Dana. Okay, so that settles it. I’m getting a show tonight and I just have to wait, he thought. He took his own sign out of the window. He then wondered about who she was going to be fucking. She must be going out at night when I don’t see her, to bars or wherever it is normal people go to meet other people. Nicholas did not particularly mind that she was going to be fucking another guy, even though he definitely felt a strong emotional attachment to Dana. I want to know what she’s like, what her voice sounds like, how she smells . . . he thought to himself. But he also felt a sort of gratefulness that she had entered his life, gave him several unintentional peep shows, and did not tell anybody when she caught him. She is way out of my league. I have **** but to be okay with her fucking another guy, he thought to himself.