More mysteries of the upstairs neighbors.

The front house in front of the cottage where I now live has a nice covered porch upfront, and I asked the neighbors if I could use it to read, and I do that now sometimes if it's raining out in the afternoons and I can't sit outside in the backyard.

So, the other Sunday afternoon I was doing that, and I hear some people coming down the stairs, and then it's the (longer haired) college kid and some girl, and they kiss on the doorstep, and she leaves, and I say awkwardly hi to her since she has to walk like right by me, and out of the corner of my eye I can see that he's bare-chested with a towel wrapped around his waist.