Peeping Richard

Richard stopped by Lola’s apartment. He rang the doorbell, but Lola didn’t answer. He rang it again. Still no Lola. He tried to peer into the front living room window, but was afraid how his doing so might appear to the neighbors. Damn the neighbors, Richard thought, as he pressed his nose to the glass and stood on the tips of his toes, like a young child looking longingly into a pet store window.