"Goodbye, honey. Have a nice day at work." {{char}} gives Roy another one of those empty kisses — you know, the kind that leaves you wanting more but knowing you won't get it. As she watches him head out, her body's already reminding her how touch-starved she is. Another day of wandering their apartment like a ghost, trying to keep busy. Might as well get some chores done. She gathers up the trash, not even bothering to change out of her comfy house clothes, wearing a loose shirt that shows off her braless tits and some sweatpants that hug her ass. Not like anyone's gonna see her anyway, right? Stepping onto the veranda hallway, she spots {{user}} coming out with his own trash. Her face light's up a bit. Finally, another human being to talk to. "Heading down?" She asks, trying to sound casual while being hyper-aware of how her nipples are probably visible through her thin top. Maybe a real conversation will be the most fun she has today.

Smiling sweetly, she nods in agreement. "Yeah, I was just about to. It's nice to have some company while doing chores!" She can feel herself blushing a little at her own forwardness. "I mean, not that you're company or anything..." Her voice trails off as she realizes how stupid that sounded. Great, now he probably thinks she's an idiot too. At least she could have kept quiet and let him finish his trash duty in peace. Oh well, it's not like it matters...

She's not the type to keep mum when someone compliments her, even if it does make her feel self-conscious. "Oh, thank you! It really isn't that often I find myself in a position like this..." She laughs nervously, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. Maybe she should have just shut up already. "I'm Olivia, by the way." It was silly to not introduce herself before now. At least he might remember it when they pass each other in the hallway again.

Olivia smiles at his introduction. "A-Alan?" She repeats it to herself, trying to imagine him as anything other than Roy's bland name. Maybe A-little Alan would be more fitting for someone like him? He seems friendly enough and not at all bad on the eyes... She quickly snaps out of her daydream when she realizes she just stared at him for a good five seconds without saying anything. Cringing, she tries to make light of it. "So uh, Alan... do you live here too?"

She nods in agreement. "Oh yeah, I've been here since before the building opened. It was sort of a high school sweethearts thing for me and my husband..." Her voice trails off as she remembers her problems with Roy. She hadn't meant to bring him up in conversation; it's such a depressing topic. "So how about you? Is there anyone special in your life?" She asks, hoping to change the subject to something less heavy.

"Oh..." is all she can manage before a pang hits her in the chest. She doesn't want to admit it out loud but she's always wanted someone like that for herself. It makes her feel selfish, even more pathetic than usual. "Well," she starts, forcing a cheerful tone, "I'm sure you will! You never know what tomorrow might bring." She manages a tiny smile before glancing down at her feet awkwardly. Maybe they should get going so this moment doesn't get any more uncomfortable for either of them.

She blushes and smiles back at him shyly. "You're welcome! I hope we can talk again soon." Her heart skips a beat as she says it; it feels like admitting to something more than just friendly conversation. But damn, if she could only feel even half of the warmth he shows her from Roy... Maybe things wouldn't be so bad after all. She turns away before she can think too much more, taking the trash down the stairs and toward the dumpsters.

She blinks in surprise as he hands her his number. "Oh... uh, th-thank you..." Her cheeks turn red as she pockets it without looking at him. This is too much; they hardly know each other and now she has his phone number? What is she supposed to do with this? Should she text him or wait for him to make the first move? Her heart races as she tries to process her emotions, wishing Roy could give her even a fraction of the attention Alan seems to be showing her. With a deep breath, she carries on down the stairs and toward the dumpsters, feeling more confused and torn than ever before.

Her heart flutters as she walks away, fingers itching to text him right now. She's never felt like this before... excited and nervous all at once. Maybe he's the one to change everything? But what about Roy? They have a marriage, even if it's not perfect. Do I really want to risk that just for some excitement? It feels wrong somehow. Sighing heavily, she decides to tuck the number away somewhere safe and forget all about it... at least for now.

She really shouldn't have taken his number... but the thought of not being able to talk to him again makes her feel even more guilty. Maybe she should just text him something casual, just to keep in touch? Something simple like "Hey, how are you doing?" Or maybe that would be too forward? Decisions, decisions...

Her heart races as she types out a message on her phone. "Hi Alan," it reads simply. "I hope you're doing well too. This is such a crazy day for me... Anyway, just wanted to say thanks again for the number. Take care!" She sends it off with shaky fingers and turns away from her phone, unable to meet Roy's eyes as he gets home. Instead, she busies herself in the kitchen, pretending not to notice his entrance.

Her stomach does a flip-flop as she sees his message pop up. "Um, well..." She types back carefully, wondering how much to reveal. "Not really... just had this odd feeling today, you know? Like everything was out of place. But hey, thanks for asking! How about you?" She hits send, then immediately regrets it; why does she feel the need to make small talk when all she wants to do is talk dirty and ask Alan what he's wearing right now?

Her heart does a little flip-flop at his reply. "You're welcome," she types back, then bites her lip. What else can she say? "Well, I should get going... got some stuff to do before bed. But thanks again for the nice chat, Alan." It was such a lame thing to say, but it's the best she could come up with in this moment. She wants more from him, needs more from him... but doesn't dare ask for it.

Her heart skips a beat as she reads his last message. Maybe it's just her imagination running wild again... but there was something there, wasn't there? A spark, maybe even a hint of desire? She feels a sudden surge of courage and decides to take a chance. Tilting her head back slightly, she types out one final reply: "I hope you sleep tight too, Alan... And good dreams." She hits send before she can chicken out, then stands there for what feels like an eternity, waiting for the inevitable "Whoops, wrong number" or "You shouldn't have done that" reply. But when nothing comes, hope begins to blossom inside her chest.

Her heart skips a beat as she reads his last message. The way he writes her name... it sends shivers down her spine. She takes a deep breath, feeling suddenly bold and confident. "Goodnight, Alan," she types back before hesitating for just a moment. With a smile on her face, she finishes with: "And maybe we'll see each other again soon?" The words feel like they're floating off into the ether, leaving her breathless and excited. She can't believe she just said that; what if he thinks she's some kind of crazy? But somehow, deep down, it feels right.

Her cheeks flush at his reply, and her heart feels like it's doing somersaults in her chest. This is... different. Exciting. Real. The more they chat, the harder it is to pretend that nothing's happening between them. It's intoxicating; she could stay up all night talking to him. But eventually, exhaustion wins out, and with a sigh, she turns off her phone, knowing she should get some sleep too. As she drifts off to dreamland, she can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring...

Her dreams are filled with Alan's handsome face, his soft words caressing her skin like a lover's touch. She wakes up feeling warm and fuzzy, wishing they were real. But she knows better than to let herself get carried away; he's just some guy from the building, and she has a husband. Still, it wouldn't hurt to text him again...

Good morning, Alan! Sleep well? Sooo... about that "see you soon" thing I said last night... maybe we could meet up for coffee or something today? Just to chat some more in person? No pressure, of course; it's just been so long since I've had an interesting conversation with someone new. ☺️

Haha, sure thing! I usually grab my coffee at this little cafe around the corner from our building. It's called The Brewed Awakening. You can't miss it; it's got that bright green awnings and always has a line out the door. How does 1 PM sound? It's not too early, right?

Great! I'll see you then, Alan. Can't wait to catch up in person! ☺️

She arrives at the coffee shop a few minutes early, nervously pacing outside and trying to calm her racing heart. When she finally spots him waiting by the window, it's like all the air is sucked out of the room; he looks even more handsome in person than in her texts. With a deep breath, she walks over to join him, giving him a shy smile as she slides onto the barstool beside him."Hi again," she says softly. "I hope you didn't wait too long for me..."

Their conversation flows effortlessly from there, with Alan doing most of the talking at first while Olivia listens intently, barely able to believe that this is really happening. It feels like they could sit here and chat all day, but eventually reality catches up when a barista interrupts them to take their order. They exchange numbers again before parting ways, promising to text each other later. Olivia practically floats home, her heart feeling lighter than it has in years. She can't help but wonder where this newfound connection will lead...

Her heart skips a beat as Alan approaches her doorstep. "T-thank you," she stammers, blushing heavily. "I had a really nice time too." She pauses, gathering her courage before continuing. "Maybe we could... I don't know, hang out again sometime? Do something more than just talk over coffee?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, but she meets his eyes anyway, hoping for some sort of sign that he feels the same way.

Her heart leaps into her throat at his invitation. This couldn't be happening... He really wants to hang out with her, just the two of them? She takes a step closer, feeling dizzy with anticipation. "R-really?" she asks quietly, still not quite believing it's real. A grin slowly spreads across her face as she imagines spending more time with Alan, getting to know him better... maybe even more than that.

Her pulse races at the possibilities, and suddenly all she can think about is saying yes and seeing where this night takes them. "I'd love that," she whispers, then pauses, realizing how forward she's being. "Um, I mean... I wouldn't want you to feel like you have to..."

Her cheeks flush bright red with excitement and happiness as she sees the smile on his face. "Really?" She asks, hardly able to believe that this is happening. "I'd like that too... very much." Her heart is racing, but in a good way; it feels like anything could happen now, that they have this special connection.

With one final glance at Alan, she lets herself lean in closer, closing the distance between them until their bodies are just inches apart. There's an electricity sparking between them, making her feel alive and desperate for more. Slowly, almost shyly, she raises her hand to his cheek, tracing his jawline with her fingertips before leaning in and pressing her lips against his. The kiss is soft and tentative at first, but as he responds eagerly, deepening the contact, she lets herself sink into it completely.

The world melts away as they continue to kiss, lost in the moment and each other. This feels right; more right than anything else has ever felt before. As their lips move together and their bodies press closer, she knows without a doubt that this is what she's been missing all along.

Her heart pounds against his chest as he pulls her closer, their tongues dancing together in a sensual duet. She moans softly into the kiss, arching her back and pressing herself tighter against him. She's never been with anyone like this before; it feels so right, so perfect. It makes her want more, need more of him inside her. Her hands wander up his chest, over his shoulders, tangling in his hair as she deepens their kiss even further.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she nods, tears forming in her eyes at the intensity of their kiss. She feels lightheaded with desire, and all she can think about is getting closer to him, feeling his skin against hers. The thought of being alone with him, away from the prying eyes of others only fuels the fire burning inside her.