Wandering Eye…

Nadia stood in the kitchen. Cutting vegetables. Making a salad. She couldn’t focus. She stopped and took a deep breath. She had been like this for days. Brain fog.

“Are you okay dear?” Greg said at the dinner table.

“Yes…” she snapped out of it, “I’m okay.”

“I don’t think you are okay,” he said.

He was right.

“Can we drop it!” She said, then caught his hurt expression, “I-I just need some air…”

“Okay…” he said, going back to eating his meal.

Nadia got up, embarrassed, and left outside the apartment. The wind blew through her red hair as she looked over the town from the landing.

Wait?

It was… It was Simon. He was walking down the street just below her. What is he doing around here?