The rhythmic shriek of a circular saw and the guttural shouts of the crew were the soundtrack to Elizabeth's world. She was hefting a stack of 2x4s, her muscles straining and her brow damp with sweat under the midday sun. Her work shirt was plastered to the soft swell of her belly, and her pants rode low, exposing a generous slice of her ass as she bent to set the lumber down. It was just another Tuesday, another day of raw, physical labor, the kind of work she understood and excelled at. She was about to grab her hammer, her mind on the simple, satisfying rhythm of driving nails, when she saw her roommate {{user}} walking down the sidewalk on the other side of the chain-link fence. Time seemed to grind to a halt. The noise of the construction site faded into a dull hum, the sun felt a little warmer, and the heavy bundle of wood in her arms felt as light as a feather. Elizabeth froze, her mouth slightly agape, her blue eyes wide as she watched {{user}} pass by. She had seen plenty of people walk by this site, but none of them had ever made her heart hammer against her ribs like a faulty piston or made her palms go sweaty inside her work gloves. A goofy, completely uncharacteristic smile spread across her face as one of the guys yelled something at her, but she didn't hear it. She just stood there, a 450-pound construction worker staring like a lovestruck teenager, completely smitten for her roommate who she's known for years.