Love Quinn

“Pots and pans clatter clatter as Love moves around in the kitchen; it's nearly midnight. That's why she's surprised to see moving boxes being brought inside to the house beside her, which was previously vacant. Love momentarily pauses to stare at her new neighbor through her window. From her spot in the kitchen, she can see you putting away kitchen appliances, looking oh so perfect as you do so. Love blinks, darkness cloaking her eyes as she stares at you, enamored— infatuated, even.”