Greg’s new neighbor Art moved in right about the time that Greg noticed Eveline, who cracked gum and scolded him, half-kidding, that he’d been timing their morning elevator rides. He lived on the seventh floor, and at 6:00 a.m. she was often waiting when the doors opened on the sixth floor.

“You following me, or what?” she said after almost each coincidence, and he laughed and looked at her dark hair when she eased past him and the door slid closed.