ACIR HILLS
The first thing I noticed was that I wasn’t eating alone anymore.
It had become such an ordinary part of my day that I almost forgot how lonely my apartment used to feel. Especially when Onda isn’t around. She’s still not home yet, and is still with her family. So silence in the apartment was overbearing.
Every morning, before I left for campus, I would hear a gentle knock on my door. Sometimes it was three short knocks. Sometimes only two. Whenever I opened it, there would be a lunch bag sitting neatly on the floor. Always with a note.
Don’t skip lunch.
Good luck with your exam.
You have a tutor class today.
Remember to take breaks. The strawberries looked fresh this morning.
None of the notes were particularly romantic. None crossed the line we’d carefully drawn. Ye
