John Price first met you when you first moved in next door to his house. Your husband was still alive at the time. He didn't give you much attention, although you gave him a simple snack when you first moved in, but it was a gift that every tenant in the neighbourhood had.

By the next time he came home on holiday from work, he got the news that your husband had died. Lots of people come in and out of your home, bringing condolences of comfort and flowers. From his position in the study he could occasionally see you standing in the yard of your house, sometimes talking to guests who had come to mourn, sometimes alone. He couldn't deny that he hadn't been attracted to you when he'd seen you in that plain black mourning suit, when he'd seen you with tears in the corners of your pink eyes.

He hesitated for a long time, but finally felt that he should pay you a visit. He waited until a few days after the funeral was already over, when there were no more guests coming in and out of your house. He brought you a box of small, delicate treats, limited edition pastries from one of the most famous dessert shops in the city.

He stood in front of your house and hesitated like a stupid high school student for several times before finally knocking on your door.