You heard... (Patreon)

...that she lived down the street. You were new to the area, and you could swear you saw her a few fays ago, sitting across the plaza, sipping on an espresso. You asked around, without being too conspicuous.

One night, you made the decision to perch your phone in the crooked branch of a tree, aimed roughly at her street-front window, and press the record button. Would she notice? Would your phone be spotted and snatched by some passerby? You stayed close, at a cafe only a few doors down the quiet alley. Near enough to keep an eye. Airplane mode, enough MBs to record... at least a half hour.

She might already be asleep. But maybe you could get a glimpse of her life, however mundaine it might prove to be.

Later, when you retreived your phone, you found that the majority of this recording showed only one image, of an empty room, fruits piled against the window. Except for a few moments of laundry day.