Traffic seems to increase every day, even though she hasn't lived there long, she can tell, just as she notices by the way her neighbor looks at her from the bar where she is sitting drinking her coffee.

He's a few years older, handsome and seems friendly even but the ring on his finger was like an invisible barrier to doing more, although unconsciously she lifted her skirt, showing the top of her stockings because a little skin wouldn't hurt anyone.

She was lost in the view out the window when he cleared his throat. “The new neighbor, may I sit down?”