From the couch in the living room, he could see Sophie's house. Most afternoons he could see her come home from work which, strangely, made him a little excited. If only he got up early enough in the morning, he might see her leave for work.
Getting up earlier was still something he was still working on. It wasn't easy changing that rhythm. He hadn't been an early riser before he went on tour but now that he hoped to be home for a while, he wanted to adjust to that but every night around 10pm, he thought he'd play some guitar to relax before bed so he could sleep better but then when he put his guitar down again, it was 3am. How it happened, was lost on him.
Today was no different, around 5pm he noticed Sophie's car and watched her get out and head into the house. It was still cold outside so she was all bundled up in a big jacket.
Once she was gone, he got up and headed to the kitchen to find himself a cookie or two.
He carried a cup of coffee back to his spot on the couch and picked up his notepad and pen again. The page was mostly blank but he had written a few lines. The first three, Richie liked but the fourth and fifth he was unsure of. He sipped his coffee as he thought of the words he had written.
A while later, he looked up as he saw Sophie leave her house again. Where was she going? It was dark out, she sould stay safely at home. Richie watched as she got in her car and backed out of the driveway, wondering where she was going. He hadn't seen her leave her house any other day this week.
He pulled his eyes from the window when he realized what he sounded like. It couldn't be helped, all day he had been thinking about her, waiting to catch a glimpse.
This was silly, waiting for glimpses from his living room window while she was over there, not knowing he was being a creep. Perhaps it was a good thing Sophie didn't know that.
Richie shook his head as he looked down at his notepad again.
Soon enough his mind wandered again.
Keeping himself busy with his song lyrics and eventually watching TV, he tried his best to keep his mind off of Sophie. In fact, he had no business in where she went or why she went there. Not because he couldn't stop thinking about her all week since he had sat in her living room drinking hot chocolate that he had any right to know her personal business.
What was he doing with her in his head after all? He hadn't even meant to impress her when he did but now he couldn't forget about the hour they had spent together. How she smiled patiently while he had talked or how she laughed when he said something to make her laugh. Their conversation had been small talk and Sophie was still mostly a stranger to him.
Then why could he picture her so clearly in his mind? The blue eyes that had looked so bright when she first gave him that mug of hot chocolate. Her blonde hair that fell over her shoulders as she moved.
From the corner of his eye, Richie noticed bright headlights down the street. Looking over, he recognized the car as it parked in the driveway again.
He put down his notepad and stood up, heading back to the kitchen, shaking his head in thought.
