she washed her face and brushed her hair, taming her mane into a high ponytail and provocatively forsaking her purple bathrobe for one of Gabriel's button down shirts. she fetched the Globe and Mail from the exterior hallway and waved a shy good morning to Gabriel's nervous but not entirely unfortunate-looking next door neighbor, who stared through his rimless spectacles at her shapely bare legs before retreating like a frightened mouse into his apartment. he was not used to seeing such beauty so early in the morning, and he'd been clad only in Superman pajama bottoms of dubious origin.