Thread by @diaryofa9jagirl

#Throwbackthursday to September 26, 2017.

My neighbours moved in over two weeks ago and we haven’t officially met. I say officially because I see them through my window as they drive to and from work. I have seen them, I just haven’t met them.

The couple seems quite reserved, I wonder how they go to work in the mornings without giving each other a peck or a smile. Yes, I watch them, I watch everyone as they go out in the morning. It is kind of my morning ritual.

Because I have manners,

I take a small fruit basket with me.

Knock. knock.

I’m at the door, announcing my presence but there’s no answer. I’m sure they’re in, they drove in at the same time earlier this evening.

Knock. Knock.

“Who is there?” I finally hear a muffled voice from the other side.

“Your neighbour downstairs” I respond enthusiastically.

I hear a chair screech and since my mind is sanctified and everything, I think nothing of it.

The door opens, it’s the wife at the door. She looks dishevelled, her denim is buttoned but the zipper is down.

The husband is seated at the dining area, pouring water in a flower vase.

“Hi, is everything okay?” She asks me nicely.

“Yes. I brought you this,” I push my fruit basket forward, “we haven’t officially met.”

“Wow. Thank you. Please come in, come in,” she ushers me in.

We introduce ourselves and exchange pleasantries. However, the husband refuses to get off the dining so I go over to him, shake his hand and make small talk.

There’s a vibe I’m getting, they’re not chasing me out but they’d rather I left. It’s weird but I feel it.

Then I see it, an underwear that isn’t well tucked into the couch. At the same time, I also notice that as the lady goes to drop the fruit basket in the kitchen, her husband manages to graze his fingers on her arm.

She smiles as she sneaks a look at him, he smiles too.

Awwwww…I’m tickled and I join in the smile even as I’ve become aware that 3 is a crowd.

I need to leave, there’s an awkward silence.

“It was nice meeting you guys, take care.” I proceed to the door.

“Thank you for coming,” the husband is quick to dismiss me.

“Awww, please stay a little while,” the wife says.

I chuckle at the eagerness of the husband to see me leave and the wife’s niceness.

If I want to be wicked now, I’ll talk and talk for 30minutes, let that man stay seated by the dining, legs crossed.

Lookat! No self-control 😡

Fortunately, I’m a good person, so I leave with a smile on my face so they can continue doing the Lord’s work.

The lady and I will become fast friends because there's something to say about a couple who don’t wait to get to the room to DO the DO.

I what? I love it!