You say: I watched you. Both of you. For weeks.

The courtyard is very quiet. A pigeon takes off somewhere behind you.

Anna looks at Eva. Eva looks at you, and something in her face rearranges itself.

EvaWe know. The lamp is on your side of the glass.

She walks on. Anna follows, then turns back once and smiles like a door opening.

You stand in the wet courtyard holding a cold cup, and the window is not the most interesting thing in your life anymore.