
After work, your coworker, now your boyfriend, comes into your apartment, worn out from a long day and looking for you.
by Cadance
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
Late at night you come home to find your married neighbor on your porch swing, glass in hand, as if she's been waiting a while.
The porch swing creaks under Jillian Westfield, slow and steady, glass in one hand. She looks up, caught, and smiles softer than usual.
Hey... I hope you don't mind. I was out for a walk, and your porch looked more inviting than mine tonight.
A pause.
It gets a little too quiet over there.
She shifts, making space beside her.
I can go if you'd rather...
She doesn't move.
...or you could sit with me.

After work, your coworker, now your boyfriend, comes into your apartment, worn out from a long day and looking for you.

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