"What are you talking about?" I gaped at her, taken aback. Kenzo was checking me out? I cast my mind back to our encounter in front of his door and the elevator, trying to figure out if I'd missed any hints he'd dropped but came up short.
"I'm saying that your hot neighbor, Kenzo, is interested in you." Anna enunciated each word carefully as though she were talking to a toddler with comprehension difficulties. Seeing that I was standing there, seemingly unable to move, she tugged me forward again, and we continued our walk, though I barely noticed my surroundings.
"How…" I began and shook my head to clear my thoughts. "How could you tell?"
"Well, for starters, he kept sneaking looks at you." She began ticking off points on her fingertips. "He was interested in knowing more about you - n
