Three or four years ago, when I was around 26, my mom bought a house 5 minutes away from where I lived. I helped her get the house set up. Did a few repairs and painted both inside and out. I basically lived there for a few months while we arranged, decorated, fixed, and made the house livable. Two of the neighbours introduced themselves to me. One was the big guy across the street who was a construction worker, the other was my next-door neighbour. I honestly don’t remember her name, so we’ll call her Vicky…. Which, in all honesty, might actual be her real name. Really just don’t remember, so anyway, Vicky was a petite Hispanic woman with some intensively curly, long black hair. She had a very pretty smile and amazingly soft brown eyes. Super friendly, really short. I’d guess somewhere around 5’ maybe. I never learned how old she was, but I’d guess lower 40s upper 30s. She looked good for her age. But she was married, so that was a no go for me. Every now and then we’d end up spending a lot of time just talking whenever I was outside doing something or if we were just outside at the same time. I’d take out the trash for her every once in a while because her work schedule was weird, shit like that. We were decently close acquaintances.