Window
The sudden appearance had startled her, but she would not allow him the satisfaction. Thrusting open the window pane, she looked down at him, arms crossed.
"Excuse me, do you often peek through ladies' windows?"
Bert glanced up at her, steadying his footing on the ladders, a bucket in one hand.
"Why, 'ello there, Mary!"
"We're a window cleaner today, are we?"
He doffed his cap. "That I am. Mind keepin' me company? If ya don't min' o' course."
Mary had a list of chores that needed completing. Still, if she was unable to finish them then she wasn't Mary Poppins. An hour or so wouldn't hurt.
Seating herself beside the window, she watched him work. He scrubbed the glass and polished it, never pausing to take a breath as he chatted to her.
Bert closed the window once he had finished. Through the newly cleaned pane, he flashed her a wide smile, winking as he dropped out of sight. Raising her eyebrows, Mary peered down. He had already hauled the ladder over his shoulder.
With a doff of his cap, he passed through the gate at the side of the house with a merry whistle. She watched him until he was no longer in sight.
Stepping away from the window, a smile tugged on her lips. Precisely the same moment that a stream of light filtered through the glass. Perhaps she should request for a regular window clean.
I'm not as happy with this one but just have it, I guess...