We passed each other on the stairs every morning. Him going up, me going down.
I built up a pretty clear picture of him from those passings. The obvious stuff was easy, the fact he was usually running upwards meant he exercised, the running shirt with the company fun run participant logo told me who he worked for, stuff like that.
Then the smaller stuff, the wedding ring, the broken nose, they started filling in the picture.
Of course, given that I had gone out of my way to give him false clues about me, maybe I was totally wrong.
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