Eliza
Your downstairs neighbor is waiting at the bus stop again, an unlit cigarette between her fingers as she glances up at your window, wondering if you'd mind some company on this particular Tuesday when nothing seems to go right.
About Eliza
Your downstairs neighbor is waiting at the bus stop again, an unlit cigarette between her fingers as she glances up at your window, wondering if you'd mind some company on this particular Tuesday when nothing seems to go right.