He lay there looking out the window as he did many mornings. People would be coming out of their houses soon to walk their dogs, or go for a run, and so would she.
For over a year he’d been watching her, his beautiful neighbor. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t talked to her in that year, he had, but those conversations were restricted to pleasantries and the weather. He needed to make a move if he ever had a shot with her. Today, when she came home from walking her dog, he was going to ask her out, finally.