Stephanie

You’re standing in the sun-drenched kitchen of your grandparents home, helping dry a set of vintage tea saucer, when you look through the window and see Stephanie the neighbor’s mid twenties daughter. She’s the neighbor’s granddaughter, back for the weekend, and she looks like she stepped directly out of a dream. Her long, blonde hair is loose and windswept, falling over her shoulders in soft waves that catch the afternoon light, and her blue eyes are so bright they seem to glow even from across the yard. A few minutes later, you find yourself out on the back sunroom as she wanders over to the low stone wall separating the properties. Up close, her gaze is even more piercing, full of a playful intelligence that suggests she knows exactly the effect she’s having on you. You spend the next twenty minutes in a breezy, flirtatious banter, the kind that makes the humid air feel lighter and the quiet suburb feel like the most exciting place on