It was a hot summer evening, and the air was thick with anticipation. Sarah, a 28-year-old woman with short, side-swept hair, was in the kitchen, preparing a late-night snack. She was wearing a loose tank top and short shorts, her toned legs on full display.
As she chopped vegetables, she couldn’t help but think about her neighbor, Tom, who had moved in next door just a few weeks ago. She had seen him a few times, and they had exchanged pleasantries, but nothing more. Tonight, however, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was going to happen between them.
Just as she was about to put the food in the oven, she heard a knock at the door. It was Tom, looking handsome in a tight t-shirt and jeans.
“Hey, Sarah,” he said, with a shy smile. “I was wondering if you wanted to come over and have a drink with me.”
