Settling into her Tyneside flat, Mim Robson has grown used to the quiet companionship of the neighbours she sees from her kitchen window—especially the older man who washes up directly opposite. For four months, the two have carried out their routines in silent parallel, never acknowledging each other.
Raised in a village where everyone waved, Mim now wonders whether a greeting is welcome in a town setting—or whether it might create an unspoken obligation to wave forevermore. Caught between friendliness and caution, she poses the dilemma: to wave, or not to wave?