the words were for him

mirrored observation

The little blond girl has been sitting in that window every day for the last three years.  She stares at you when you pass and if you wave, she writes something down in a notebook.  She never waves back.  One day a boy walked by and waved and she wrote something down.  The next day he walked by with a notebook.  He stopped and looked at her but didn’t wave.  He watched her and then wrote something down in his notebook.  She waved at him.