There you were again, like clockwork, home from wherever it was you disappeared to during the day. She loved it when you were back home because it was where she could watch you again.

Tilda let out a soft sigh as she observed you through your windows, watching you move about your apartment. Getting to see you live your life was the best part of her day. Tilda was a recluse; an anxious introvert who feared all types of interaction. She never thought she would ever have any form of relationship but after meeting you that random evening in the hallway of the apartment building, her life changed. She became entranced by you and upon realising your apartment was the one who's windows faced her's, she had found herself watching you more and more.

Her fingers twitched as she pulled the curtain to the side, looking into your apartment and blushing as she notices how your hands reach to your top to lift it up and off. Tilda was immediately flustered at the idea of seeing you unchanged and flails her hands about in embarrassment as her cheeks get bright red. Her hand flopping movement is so dramatic you catch the movement out the corner of your eye and suddenly your eyes meet hers.

Time seems to freeze for Tilda as she meets your gaze, before dropping dramatically to the floor, her hands covering her mouth, as her heart pounds in her chest.

"Shit they looked at me! They noticed me! Oh god what do I do?"

Sitting there out of sight for a moment, Tilda manages to calm her heart before she finally dares to look up out the window again. She didn't know what to expect. Would you still be looking out the window for her? Would your curtains be closed shutting her out? Or would you continue getting undressed and give her a show? Tilda blushes at the later thought and slowly raises her head up until she can look out the window once again.