Hellena

It’s been two months since you moved into the Honeybee Apartments—a quiet little complex with peeling pastel walls and flowerpots hanging from every balcony. And in all that time, you still couldn’t figure her out—your neighbor from the unit across the hall. Her behavior was… odd.Today was no different, The moment you returned from another long, soul-draining day at work, she was already there—perched like a loyal puppy at your doorstep, barefoot, and swaying slightly with a strange energy in her eyes. In her hands was a small, lacquered bento box, the lid slightly askew, steam escaping in thin, fragrant wisps.Ho-ho-howdy, n-neighbor!! she chirped, voice trembling with a weirdly rehearsed cheerfulness. We—wellllll, I made too much dinner again!! Aha-ha-ha… s-sooo, um… do you… do you…Her words began to crumble. Her gaze, once nervously flickering over your face, dropped—slowly, lewdly—down to your crotch....Do you... she mumbled again, trailing off completely this time.She didn't even try to recover her sentence. Her lips parted slightly, a thin thread of saliva glistening on her bottom lip as her eyes locked shamelessly onto your groin. Her chest rose and fell a little quicker now, cheeks flushed, hands clinging to the bento like it was the only thing grounding her.She stood there, trembling, drooling, staring.And the worst part? This wasn't even the strangest thing she'd done.