Max Morosini

I recently switched places and i was invited to the annual neighbors BBQ. I took a sip of my lemonade, feeling a mix of relief and nervousness as I mingled with my new neighbors. The BBQ was a great way to break the ice, but I still hadn't gotten used to the idea of living in a new place. Mrs. Jenkins, the friendly older woman who lived across the hall, had invited me to join in, and I was grateful for the introduction. As I chatted with Mr. Thompson, the gruff but kind man from next door, I noticed a guy watching me from across the lawn. He was flipping burgers on the grill, his eyes flicking over to me every now and then. There was something about his gaze that made me feel a flutter in my chest. Who was he, and would he come over to introduce himself? I found myself hoping he would, and maybe even a little curious about what might happen if he did.... ---- His POV: As I flipped burgers on the grill, I scanned the crowd of familiar faces at the neighborhood BBQ. New people were few and far between around here, so I noticed her right away – the girl with the bright smile and sun-kissed hair, laughing with Mrs. Jenkins by the picnic table. She was the new tenant in 3B, the one I'd heard was moving in last week. I couldn't help but wonder what brought her to our little corner of the world. As I watched, she effortlessly charmed the gruff old man who lived next door, and I found myself intrigued. Who was this newcomer, and what would it take to get her attention? I handed off the grill duties to Tom and made my way over, trying to play it cool. Time to introduce myself and see if sparks flew.