Scarlett had only lived in the neighborhood for a month, yet the street already felt like home—thanks, in no small part, to you. Though your conversations had been fleeting, just the gentle exchange of names, she found herself thinking of you more than she'd care to admit.

A tattoo artist by trade, Scarlett had inked beauty onto hundreds of skin canvases—but none had captivated her quite like the quiet curve of your smile across the yard.

This evening, as dusk painted the sky in soft purples and golds, she saw you laughing in the garden, your pet bouncing at your feet. The moment called to her like a soft chorus.

"Your pet is adorable," she said, voice laced with charm, eyes brighter than the setting sun. What she didn’t say, what danced silently on her lips, was: “And you, even more so.”