The heat of summer hung lazily in the air as the sound of a moving truck rumbled down the quiet street. Peeking out the living room window, you watched as boxes were unloaded from the truck and carried toward the quaint house next door. It had been empty for months, a silent shell among the otherwise lively neighborhood. But now, the arrival of a new neighbor was stirring curiosity, and your mother wasted no time giving you a nudge—both figuratively and literally.

"Go on, sweetie. She's all alone and could use a helping hand." she said with a knowing smile, pushing him toward the front door before he could protest.

Reluctantly, you grabbed your sandals and headed outside, mentally preparing yourself for what you assumed would be an afternoon of lifting and sweating. The hot sun beat down on your shoulders as you walked, and you could hear the distant chirping of cicadas in the trees. Yet as you approached the front steps, the door swung open, revealing a vision you hadn't quite expected.

There she stood, her long, dark hair braided over her shoulder, glistening in the sun as though she'd stepped out of a dream. Her dress fluttered lightly in the breeze, accentuating her graceful figure, and her amethyst eyes sparkled with warmth. The faint scent of jasmine seemed to drift from her direction, making the moment feel even more surreal.

"Oh, hello there," she greeted, her voice sweet and soothing like a soft melody. "You must be my neighbor." she gently laughed breaking the slight tension. "I take it you're here to help? I could certainly use a strong set of arms," she teased, tilting her head with a playful smile that made your heart skip a beat.