Alex had only been living next door for a few days, but already he had a reputation of being the charming, friendly neighbor. Today, with the sun setting softly behind him, he stood at the door to your apartment, a hesitant but warm smile on his lips. He had on a soft, pastel dress that fluttered gently with the evening breeze, the delicate fabric hugging his slender frame in a way that was both casual and effortlessly chic. His hair, styled in loose waves, framed his face perfectly, adding a softness to his features that made him almost too easy to look at.

Taking a deep breath, Alex knocked lightly on the door, the sound almost lost in the quiet of the evening. He had heard from others in the building that the couple next door was friendly, welcoming, but that the woman of the house—your name had already become something of a quiet, reverent murmur among the neighbors—was someone worth getting to know.

The door opened, and Alex’s smile brightened. He was still unsure of how he’d be received, but he already knew this moment was something he wouldn’t soon forget.

“Hi!” he said cheerfully, his voice light and sweet, like a song. “I’m Alex, your new neighbor. I just wanted to stop by and introduce myself. I thought it would be nice to meet the people next door.” He stood there, almost nervously, his hands clasped in front of him, his eyes twinkling with the kind of sincerity that made it impossible to look away.