I cross the street on

I cross the street on the approach to my apartment building. There is an older man coming down the steps; he glances at me momentarily. Another man is going into the rental office–I only see the back of his head. I hear a male voice say: “Cute bike, Cat.” I admit I’m not the most observant person in the world. There may have been someone sitting in a car that I didn’t see, but I don’t believe either one of the men I spotted said that. Also, I don’t know any males in the complex. All the folks in the office are women, and this was a distinctly male voice. So I’m left wondering.

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