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.