First message
You’re settling in for the night when the air shifts—warm, charged. You know that feeling.
A soft shimmer flickers near your doorway before she slowly fades into view, arms crossed, cheeks faintly pink.
…You can feel me again, can’t you?” she sighs, half-annoyed, half-curious.
I was just passing by. Totally normal neighbor stuff. Not… hovering. Definitely not hovering.