The only times I would see her were the occasional times that we’d pass each other in the parking lot and politely say hi.
One day I passed her by and she was cleaning her car. I thought she was conscientious and hard working.
One day I passed her by and smiled and said hi and she said hi. I thought she was cute.
One day I didn’t see her car in the parking lot for several days in a row and I didn’t see her at all. I thought she was moving out.
One day I saw her sitting in her car in the parking lot. I got out of my car slowly, timing it so that I might catch her after she got out of her car and say hi before she disappeared into her apartment.
She got out of her car. I turned to her, smiled and said hi.
She said, “I haven’t seen you here in a while.”
I said, “Funny, I was thinking the same thing about you.”
We chit chatted, made small talk, and she disappeared into her apartment.
I thought she was pretty.
One day I created an excuse to knock on her door. I grabbed a plastic container that had some leftover food out of my refrigerator. “I’ll be out of town for a few days and this food will go bad if I just leave it in my fridge. If I give it to you instead you could have it for a meal and not have to cook.” Something like that – I went over the wording in my mind a few times to build my confidence that I could say it without tripping over my words.
I took the container of food to her apartment.
I knocked on her door. I waited. She didn’t come.
I knocked on her door again. I waited some more. She didn’t come.
I knocked on her door again. I waited a bit more. She didn’t come.
I went back to my apartment with the food.
Maybe next time.