You’ve been countryside neighbors for two years, separated by a few yards of pretty grass. You two hardly talk. Sometimes you sit on your porch while he fixes one of the many vintage cars in his garage. Other times his German Shepherd, Riley, comes sprinting across the field to “talk” to the woman his owner steals glances at.

Tonight you leave a home-cooked dinner and some cold tea on his small porch bench before heading back home. Ten minutes later there’s a knock on the door.