I’m 22, she’s 35. We live right across the hall from each other.
She was the only neighbor who greeted me when I moved it. I remember when I first saw her; she was possibly the most beautiful woman I’ve seen. Curly dark hair, a beautiful perfectly symmetrical face, big brown eyes. I moved in during the winter, and she was saying hi after coming inside from the cold. Her face was rosey read, and she just looked adorable.
She was taller than me. Had very long legs. When I opened the door and she said hi and offered her hand, I remember just kinda standing there, blankly staring at her. Then my mind kicked back on, i apologized, she laughed a bit and said it was alright. We had a nice conversation.
Our friendship grew over the course of a couple months. She was a single mother, so I started babysitting for her a lot whenever she went out.