The Lady Next Door

ood impression. As Emily walked up the path to my front door, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. She looked stunning in a yellow sundress, her hair styled perfe

ticed the guitar sitting in the corner. "Do you play?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. I nodded, feeling a sense of trepidation. "I used to play all the time," I said. "But I haven't picked up a guitar in years." Emily encouraged me to play, and I found myself feeling more and more at ease as I strumm