Chapter 1: The First Glimpse
I moved into the condo at Sengkang about two months ago — 12th floor, decent corner unit, with a view of the LRT track and the occasional glimpse of the reservoir if you stand at the right angle.
Nothing too fancy, but perfect for someone like me — 28, single, and a little tired of the whole hustle of city life.
Work’s all marketing numbers by day, and the evenings are mine to do whatever I want — usually scrolling through random channels on Telegram, catching up with friends, or just grabbing some kopi at the 24-hour shop nearby.
I didn’t expect much beyond privacy and peace in this new place. But then I noticed her.
She lived across the hallway — unit #12-312. We’d cross paths at the lift lobby, at the rubbish chute, or even at the NTUC down the street when I needed a quick snack.
She stood around 162cm, slim but with curves that were hard to miss even under simple outfits — cotton shorts, an oversized tee, and sneakers. Her long black hair was usually tied up in a messy ponytail, no makeup, just fresh skin and that effortless kind of beauty.
Her figure had a way of standing out, even in the most casual clothes. Her shirt, a bit loose around the body, still hugged the natural curve of her waist, and though she wasn’t trying to flaunt it, the way it draped over her chest made it clear she had a modest but attractive C-cup. She wasn’t the type to draw attention, but everything about her seemed to invite it in the subtlest of ways.
We’d barely spoken beyond the usual "Morning" or the occasional nod in passing. But I couldn’t stop noticing everything about her.
Her quiet confidence, the way she didn’t rush anywhere, like she had all the time in the world. It wasn’t anything special at first — I thought she was just a nice, quiet neighbour.
But something about her stuck with me.
She wasn’t the type to flirt or make small talk. She wasn’t loud or flashy. But she had this calm energy that kept pulling me in. Like there was something more, something waiting just beneath the surface.
I didn’t know her name, but I noticed everything else — like how she wore the same black hoodie when it rained, or how she always seemed to smell faintly of green tea and fresh linen when she brushed past me. It was like she had a secret, a quiet allure I couldn’t ignore.
And then, one night, I saw her.
It was close to midnight. I had just gotten back from supper with some friends — sweaty from the walk, a little buzzed from the beers.
As I passed by her unit, I noticed her window — the curtains half-drawn, but the lights were still on.
From my living room, I could see just enough. Her silhouette, standing by the dresser.
She was topless, wearing just black cotton shorts, moving in front of the mirror. Her back was to the window, but I could still see the curve of her hips, the smooth line of her spine, and the soft shape of her chest, her C-cup bust just visible against the gentle light.
The way her skin caught the glow of the room’s soft lighting, the quiet grace with which she moved — it left me frozen in place.
I should’ve looked away. I should’ve pretended I hadn’t seen anything. But I didn’t. I couldn’t.
There was something magnetic about her, something that made my pulse quicken in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time.
The next morning, we bumped into each other again. She was standing in the lift lobby, waiting for the lift, hair still damp like she’d just come from the shower. She was wearing a cropped black hoodie over leggings, her eyes flicking up to meet mine before looking away quickly.
She looked back again, and then… she smiled.
It was just a small, quick smile. But it wasn’t the same polite one we usually exchanged. This one lingered. There was something more in it.
I don’t know why, but right then, I knew things were going to change.
To be continued...