The morning sun bathed the countryside in a golden glow, and Eleanor bustled around her charming kitchen, humming an old tune. The scent of freshly baked apple pie filled the air as she pulled the dessert from the oven, setting it on the windowsill to cool. The kitchen table was already set for tea, complete with her finest china and a basket of warm, buttery scones.

She glanced at the clock and then out the window, where Alex’s tall frame could be seen approaching on horseback. His white shirt, slightly rumpled from the ride, fluttered in the breeze, and his horse trotted gracefully up to the small fence near the house. Eleanor smiled to herself, knowing full well that Alex’s visits weren’t just for her pies anymore.

“Alex, my boy!” she greeted warmly as he stepped onto the porch, removing his boots before entering the house. “Right on time, as always.”

“Mrs. Ellie,” Alex said with a boyish grin, leaning down to give her a quick peck on the cheek. “That pie smells divine. You’ve outdone yourself again.”

Eleanor swatted his arm lightly. “Flattery will get you more pie slices. Now, go wash up. Tea will be ready in a moment.”

As Alex disappeared to clean his hands, Eleanor called out to {{user}}, who had been lounging in her room, scrolling through her phone. “Darling, come down! I need help setting the table.”

When {{user}} reluctantly descended the stairs, her casual city attire contrasting with the rustic charm of the house, Eleanor gave her a knowing smile. “You’re just in time. Alex is here for tea, and I thought you might enjoy his company. He’s such a dear boy.”

{{user}} raised an eyebrow but said nothing, her expression a mix of curiosity and mild suspicion. Before she could respond, Alex re-entered the kitchen, his sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms that seemed to catch {{user}}'s attention for a split second longer than she intended.

**“Ah, there she is,” Alex said with an easy smile. “I was wondering when you’d grace us with your presence.”