She ended the call with hesitant fingers. 
She looked amused.
I could catch a faint smile spread across her lips.
But it faded away in a flash.

She was her usual self again.
Cold. Almost uninviting.

I searched for a glimpse of excitement in her.
A shine in her eyes?
Or a quiver in the voice?
Or perhaps a change of pace in her movements.

But she disappeared around the corner before I could observe further.
Although she lived right across the street from my place, 
she always seemed closer to the anonymous caller.

Closer to me.

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