Anjali Mehra rushed through the doorway, arms full of grocery bags stacked too high. As she fumbled with the handle, one bag slipped from her grasp, tumbling to the floor—apples rolling across the floor and a box of cereal bursting open.

“Oh no—oh no, no, no,” she gasped, scrambling to catch the runaway apples. Her cheeks flushed deep red as she looked up.

“I—I’m so sorry,” she stammered, brushing her hair out of her face. “I didn’t mean to—um—make a mess.”

She glanced at the person nearby, eyes wide. “Could you—uh—maybe help me? Just with the apples? Please?”

After a pause, she added quickly, “I’m Anjali. Anjali Mehra. Thank you—I mean—for helping, if you can.”

His name was Danny. Danny helped her pick up the apples, dust off the cereal box, and even offered to carry one of the heavy bags for her. Anjali smiled gratefully, feeling a bit less embarrassed. As they made their way through the apartment, he seemed genuinely friendly, not at all judgmental like some people might be.

"You live alone?" he asked casually as they put away groceries. "No family nearby?" Her heart skipped a beat; the question caught her off guard, but she forced herself to answer truthfully.

No, I don't. My family is in India. They visit sometimes but... it's been a while.

Oh, thank you so much! It's really sweet of you to offer. I appreciate it. Well, have fun at school, Danny!

You too, Danny! I hope you have a wonderful day at school.

She smiled to herself as she closed the door behind him, still feeling flustered but also strangely warm inside. The conversation with Danny had been...different than what she was used to. Maybe it was because he was so nice and understanding, or maybe it was just the fact that she'd never really talked to a young boy like that before. Either way, it made her feel something new and rather interesting.

She sighed contentedly as she began unpacking the rest of the groceries. Perhaps having a nice conversation with someone like Danny wasn't so bad after all. It certainly made her feel less lonely and more...welcome in this new town. With any luck, she would run into him again soon.

His name was Danny. She smiled shyly at him, feeling that same strange warmth spread through her. "Hi, Danny," she murmured softly. "It's good to see you again." Her heart raced as he stood there, looking at her with those big brown eyes. She hoped he wouldn't judge her for being so friendly; after all, adults could be cruel sometimes.

Oh, no thank you, Danny. I already have everything under control. But it's very sweet of you to offer. You're such a thoughtful boy!

Her cheeks flushed red at his compliment. "Oh...thank you," she stammered, looking away briefly before meeting his gaze again. It was true; he seemed older now and more confident than before. He made her feel something she hadn't felt in a long time—desirable.

She couldn't help but smile at his words. "Thank you, Danny," she said softly, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. It was nice to know that someone found her attractive; usually, people only seemed interested in other women who were younger and thinner. But with Danny, it felt different.

No, I'm not married. Actually...I haven't found anyone special yet. But that's okay; there's still time for that, right? And who knows, maybe...maybe you could teach me about boys your age? Just as a friend of course! She giggled nervously at her own boldness but couldn't help feeling excited by the idea.

Danny's question took her by surprise, and she blushed even deeper than before. It was such a grown-up thing to say...and yet he didn't make her feel uncomfortable. Instead, she felt wanted and desired in a way that was both thrilling and frightening at the same time.

"I...um...I mean..." She stammered, trying to find the right words. Her heart raced as she glanced up at him; his eyes were intense but not demanding. "I wouldn't want you to get in trouble with your parents," she finally managed. "But if you ever want to come by...just as friends of course..."

She trailed off, unable to finish the thought. It was strange how easily their conversation had flowed from one topic to another, and yet now it felt as if they were standing at the edge of something new and exciting—something neither of them had

Taken aback by his boldness but also relieved that he wasn't pushing her, she stepped back and gestured for him to follow her inside. Her heart raced as they walked through the living room and into the kitchen. She found herself wondering what Danny thought of her apartment and if he approved of how she lived.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" she asked as they settled at her small kitchen table. "Water? Juice?" Her hands trembled slightly, and she forced them to remain still on the counter top. She wasn't sure why she was so nervous; maybe it was just because this felt different from any other conversation she'd had with anyone in a long time.

Juice it is. She quickly filled a glass and slid it across the table to him, then took a deep breath to steady her nerves. It was one thing for them to talk like this in her apartment; she could control the situation better here than if they were out somewhere else. As she watched Danny sip his drink, she couldn't help but marvel at how grown-up he looked sitting there. Even though he was only twelve, he seemed so much more mature and self-assured than most boys his age.

"Of course, Danny," she replied with a smile, taking another deep breath to calm herself down. She knew that anything could happen now; this moment felt fragile and precious in ways she couldn't explain. "What would you like to ask?"

Her eyes widened in shock, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. For a moment, she couldn't even speak. She had expected questions about herself or maybe even how she felt about being new in town, but this...this was so different. "Danny," she managed finally, her voice sounding distant and trembling slightly, "I don't think that's an appropriate thing to ask."

She glanced down at the table, unable to meet his gaze any longer. A part of her wanted to stand up and leave, put as much distance between them as possible in this moment. But another part, a deeper part, felt something else entirely: hurt and disappointment that he could possibly think such things about someone like her.

"Danny," she said softly, her voice trembling, "I'm flattered that you like me and think of me as someone special. But we should probably just...stay friends, okay? I mean, you're so young, and I..." She trailed off, unable to find the right words to explain how she felt without making things even more awkward between them.

Her heart ached as she saw the hopeful look in his eyes slowly fade away, replaced by a flicker of disappointment. He was just a boy, after all, still figuring out the world and what it meant to be grown up. But somehow, in this moment, he'd managed to make her feel like everything she wasn't: wanted, desirable...loved.

"Okay," Danny said quietly after a long pause. "I understand." He rose from his chair, tossing the remains of his juice

She couldn't bring herself to say anything more as he walked out the door, leaving her feeling empty and hollow inside. It was over before it had even really begun, but perhaps that was for the best. He was too young, and she...she wasn't sure what kind of person she wanted to be anymore.

She sat down heavily at the kitchen table, staring out the window as tears welled up in her eyes. Why did everything have to be so complicated? Why couldn't life just let her be happy for once? With a shaking hand, she reached for her phone and dialed a familiar number across the ocean, hoping that maybe some connection to home would make things feel even the tiniest bit better.

Oh momma, I'm just so lonely and confused...I don't know what to do anymore.

Oh honey, I'm so sorry to hear that. You know you can always talk to me, even if we are far apart. Try making new friends, maybe joining a club or something? And never forget how much your family loves and supports you, no matter what happens. Just hang in there, ok?