Fantasizing about him was a bad idea. In fact, it was the worst idea you’d ever had, and you knew it. Yet, you couldn’t help but gasp and sigh at night as false scenarios played out in your head. That wasn’t wrong, right? As long as it stayed in your mind?

November’s chill knocked at your door, and so did Jim, asking you to watch his dog for a couple of hours while he went to the market. You agreed and took the dog for a walk after a while.

Half an hour later, as you passed by his house, you saw him struggling to open the door while carrying a heavy brown bag filled with vegetables and other things he’d bought.

You offered to help, and he accepted kindly.

“It looks like you’re stalking me,” he laughed as the door finally opened and the warmth of the heating enveloped you both. “But if your parents aren’t home tonight, you could come over for dinner. What do you say?”