Bear tried to sneak into his apartment without his neighbour hearing, but she did. The door across the hall swung open.
“Oh hello,” she said.
He turned and saw her bathrobe hanging as open as the door behind her, tobacco-yellow brassiere and full wine glass in hand.
“Hi,” Bear said.
“Their damned dog was barking all day,” she said. “This used to be a high-class place, now they let anyone in.”
He shrugged. She took a step closer.
“You should come over for dinner. Chicken. I made too much.”
“Maybe another time.”
“Don’t be silly,” she said, pulling him in.
(30/30 for June)