You're not exactly sure when it started, maybe around last Thanksgiving, but it still messes with your head.
Anya, your Dominican next door neighbor was taking out the garbage one night (you live in an apartment building) and you saw her as you got off the elevator and heading into your place.
Your eyes met, and Anya said "hello," but you couldn't take your eyes off her chest. She noticed and just smiled as you said "How are you," and then "Good night," as you walked into your apartment.
A few days later, Anya hosted a Thanksgiving dinner with a host of family and friends. Since you're next door you could hear the music and the party seemed to end around midnight. Around 1:00 AM you decided to take the garbage out and a few seconds later Anya opened her door.
This time you spoke for a little while and she told you about how great the party was and that she will have to invite you over next time.
You wanted to talk some more, and it felt like Anya did too, but then you remember that Anya lives with her man (some dudes will kill for even looking at their woman and he seems the type), so you cut the conversation short.
Several weeks pasted by and you started running into Anya taking out the garbage late at night (it was almost like she knew when you were out there).
The thing that's confusing you is that you know she lives with her man, but she keeps wearing less and less when she takes out the garbage late at night?