The Lady Next Door

e the way my heart skipped a beat whenever she smiled. One afternoon, as I was working in my garage, Emily appeared at the door with a plate of freshly baked cookies. "I brought you some treats,"

et my feelings get the better of me. But as I looked into Emily's eyes, I saw something there that gave me hope. A spark of connection, a glimmer of possibility. And I knew that I had to explore it further. "Would you like to come over for dinn