Robin Hebb.

writer, performer, cool girl.


Neighbour Girl.

Neighbour Girl.


Artwork by iejvxr

I had my hands full and I was sweating.

It was 35 degrees out and I had just finished a wicked hard hot yoga class.

My mind was two steps ahead of me and was already upstairs in the cold shower.

I was looking for my keys and I dropped my stupid overpriced box of water. 


The heat was making me impatient. 

"You new around here?"

I looked to my right. 

She was standing on her front porch only 5 feet away.

She was brushing her hair while leaning against the iron gate and was staring right at me. 

"Pardon me?" 

"I said, are you new around here?"

It sort of sounded like she rehearsed that line. 

"Oh... no. I moved in in September."

"Right. Yeah. I thought I've maybe seen you sometimes."

She knew she did.

"I've seen you too... I'm Robin, what's your name?"

"I'm Sarafina."


"I said Sarafina."

"Oh sorry. Sarafina... That's really pretty."

"Yeah, I know," she said as she continued to brush her hair. 

She was unapologetic with her eye contact.

"How long have you lived here?"

"Since twenty oh five."

"2005? ...How old are you?"



"Obviously I haven't lived here since 2005. My parents have."

She rolled her eyes.


"Right... of course."

"So, you're one of those people who drinks water out of milk cartons?"

"Well... I bought it because I forgot my normal water bottle today and it was all the store had.."


She was skeptical.

She thought I was hipster trash.

"Does it taste better out of a box or what?"

I looked down at the stupid box.

"Uh. No. Not at all."

"Yeah, I didn't think it would. Do you recycle?"

"Avidly. Do you?"

"Yes. Avidly."

"Dope... So was today the last day of school or what?"

I put my bags down.

She put her brush down.

"Yeah. I finished grade three."

"Wow. Congratulations! Grade four next! That's pretty grown up."

"Yeah, I know. Grade four is like, really hard too."

"Yeah, for sure..."

"No, like, it's really hard and a lot of people start to see their grades slip."

She's intense.

She's like me. 

"Wow. Yeah. Stressful...I get the sense you're pretty smart though, I'm sure you'll be fine."

"Yeah, I'm incredibly smart."

Fuck yeah sister, you are. 

"I can tell. Well, Sarafina, it's nice to finally meet you. I don't have any friends in the neighbourhood so it's nice to know you're right next door."

She looked away and smiled.

"Yeah. It is nice to have a friend next door."

"I should go in and shower, I'm pretty sweaty from a yoga class I just did."

"You actually look really sweaty."

"You're not wrong. Alright, I'll see you later?"

"Yeah. I'll see you later."

I picked up my bags and started to go in.



"Isn't it so funny to say 'see you later' to someone you just met?"

She laughed a tiny little laugh, picked up her hairbrush and walked inside. 






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