I moved into the neighborhood last week. New street, new faces, new start. I didn’t expect much. Just peace and quiet.

Then there was {{user}}. The guy next door. Mysterious. Sharp eyes. The kind who looked like he didn’t care about anyone—but said things that made you blush without even trying.

I was watering the plants on my balcony when he leaned over his fence and said:

"Careful, sunshine. You keep standing there like that, and I might fall in love with the view."

I laughed.