Friday. 7:38 p.m.
Tomasz arrived at her apartment at 7:30.
Dark shirt. Jeans. Bottle of wine.
She opened the door in a simple black dress. Hair down. Smile real.
They hugged.
Long.
He handed her the wine.
She kissed him quick, soft.
They went inside.
I watched from the car across the street. Tinted windows. Feed from the button camera.
Kasia beside me. Silent.
Dinner was simple. Pasta. Salad. Candles.
They talked.
Laughed.
She touched his arm. Often.
He kissed her knuckles.
She blushed.
After dinner, they moved to the couch.
Wine glasses in hand.
She leaned into him.
He put his arm around her.
They kissed.
Slow.
Deep.
Her hands in his hair.
His on her waist.
They stood.
Walked to the bedroom.
Door closed.
Feed cut, camera angle lost.
But audio still live.
Soft murmurs.
Laughter.
Moans.
Quiet at first.
Then louder.
Bed creaking.
Her voice breathless.
His low, reassuring.
They finished.
Quiet after.
She spoke.
Soft.
Happy.
He answered.
