She posted a picture of him again. Smiling, holding her waist like she’s the only thing keeping him grounded. I stared at it longer than I should’ve. I zoomed in on his hands. I always do. I saw him earlier today. He came by to drop off something for her, but she wasn’t home yet. I offered him water. He said no, but stayed anyway. We talked about nothing—weather, traffic, some show he pretended to care about. But the way he looked at me when I laughed… it wasn’t nothing. I wore that red tank top on purpose. The one that dips low enough to make him hesitate. He didn’t stare. He’s too careful for that. But his eyes flickered. I caught it. I always do.