Despite only having met him a handful of times, I felt an inexplicable pull toward him, as if he had some magnetic charm.
I swore it wasn't just because of his chiseled abs and striking features!
Definitely not!
Andrew drove me to my apartment building, and just as I opened the car door, he called out to me.
"What's up?" I turned, puzzled.
He handed me a box.
"Here's your package. Open it when you get home."
Then, lowering his voice, he added, "It'll be really useful for you."
With that tantalizing hint, I practically sprinted upstairs, finally finding the scissors I usually couldn't locate even after half an hour of searching. I tore into the package with excitement.
Inside lay a telescope.
Just then, my phone buzzed in my pocket. It was a WhatsApp message from Andrew.
[The phone camera isn't great, and holding it up can be tiring. Next time, you can use this to take a look.]
Of course, I wasn't foolish enough to actually use the telescope to spy on anyone.
After all, that kind of behavior was just plain wrong. I might have my moments of being a little too curious, but I was not that naive.
I tucked the telescope away in my storage cabinet, thinking I probably wouldn't need it anytime soon.