Mitchell couldn't help but smirk as the window washer saluted and took to his work. For a moment, he watched the suds slide down his window with a mite of the childlike joy that comes with seeing something from an uncommon point of view, but soon enough he caught his gaze wandering to the washer instead of the window. 

This man, Tyler, looked like he should have been in a fireman's calendar, not on a swinging beam twenty-six stories above street level at 3 o'clock in the morning. He had a certain rugged look to him that Mitchell didn't often see in his circles. He couldn't help but wonder why this one hadn't taken up bar tending - the tips he would get would double his wage. Mitchell shrugged as he returned to his book. Maybe this job paid better. 

As the washer did his work, Mitchell found it harder and harder to keep his eyes on the page. He found himself reading the same line over and over as he tried to catch a glimpse in his periphery; [i]Yeah,[/i] he thought critically, [i]this is way less invasive and creepy than actually looking at him.[/i]

Embarrassed and annoyed with himself, Mitchell got up and busied himself with the coffee maker in his kitchen, open to the rest of the room and still very much in sight of the window. How ridiculous he was being, he thought, acting like a nervous preteen at his first boy-girl dance. This man was a professional and probably couldn't care less who saw him work or what they did while he was there. And yet, even as he scolded himself, he went about pushing buttons on a coffee machine he'd never used before in his life. 

The few minutes it took for Tyler to get the window spotless felt like an hour, and Mitchell was feeling rather annoyed at himself for acting so childish. For his penance, he took a sheet of paper and a marker from a drawer in the kitchen, scrawled something in cursive, and pressed it to the window, tapping lightly to catch Tyler's attention.

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Mitchell watched the beam rise as Tyler left, before going back to the kitchen and dumping his first pot of coffee down the sink.