Showtimes?

Viola yawned, stretching her arms and waking up to the annoying sound of her alarm go off. She turned it off and stood still, shutting her eyes for a moment. Just five more minutes...

No, you know better than that. Before long five minutes becomes five hours and now you're speeding down the highway begging not to be fired.

Fiiiiiine, but it won't be ea-oh hey, he left a note! Jumping off the covers, she crawled on all fours and opened her window, quickly going for the note. Glancing back through his window, she was greeted with an empty room. Sigh, must work early mornings. She was curious to what he wrote, and so looked down at what she was carrying in her hand as her eyes scanned the writing.

"Showtimes?" She gasped.

Was he serious? Yes he was, when he'll shower, when he works out, when he goes to bed. He left a schedule for her, that's what she was reading. Looking back, it wasn't until he mentioned it that she realized he had a shower in his room that could be viewed from the window. Oh my god, he wanted to show me when he showers? But...

Turning around, she didn't have a curtain for her shower but rather a door instead. She entered it, leaving the door open to look outside. Yup, he can see her too, if she let him.

If she wanted him...

She swallowed, this was all getting hot for her. Hot and nervous, maybe work could take her mind off of this? Keeping the note in hand, she hurriedly picked up her work clothes freshly ironed and put them on. Buttoning up her shirt, fastening her heels and adjusting her skirt, she looked back through the window one last time before heading to work.

What will I do with this man?