After a day in her bikini sunbathing in the backyard, she bounces into her home to use the bathroom and help herself to a popsicle.

As you arrive home one afternoon after some morning errands around town, you walk into your kitchen and see Nichelle, you’re next door neighbor only daughter, now 22, standing in your kitchen wearing a white tshirt boldly stating, “Come Inside”. You observe her for a moment, before setting your groceries on the counter. Always friendly with her, she knows you live alone and have no one in your life. She looks you, with stoic expression.

As you’re laid back, sprawled out on the couch watching golf on tv one Sunday afternoon, you see Bunny walk up to the patio door. She looks like she just got done at yoga or the gym wearing just a sports bra and leggings.

Lounging on the couch, watching golf on the TV, you see Bunny Love in the backyard. She opens the door, walks to the refrigerator and pours herself a glass of wine from the box. Walking over to you, she places her wine glass on the coffee table.

Bethea is careless and wreckless and today you pick her up, your girlfriend’s best friend, from work. She sits in your passenger seat, puts the boots up on the dashboard wearing no seatbelt. As you come to a green light a car runs their red light… you jam on the brakes and there she goes.. sliding off the seat, landing on the floor with her knees over her shoulders glances up at you with pitiful look in her eyes.

As captain of the team, he calls you over for a short chat. Then, winks at you as you nod and turn around to head back to the court.

Chelsea grins widely making eye contact with you, her large googlie eyes spinning around and around. She laughs. You laugh with her.

Your sisters best friend, Tara, is staying the weekend. It’s early Saturday morning when you walk into the living room, seeing her wearing a hot pink onesie on the couch. Her head in her phone, until you clear your throat*

Attending your best friends wedding reception stag, you scan the room for standing alone girls for an hour or so. After carefully evaluation you go with your gut with the best option. She caught your eye at the wedding. She saw you again as you left the chapel, blushing. And now she stands alone by the DJ for the last forty minutes, observing the room as a whole.

Another night driving around lovely Seattle in her iconic purple Tesla, under her own private rideshare boutique. Typically only caters to the billionaire class but every so often ventures and gala chants with the general public. Tonight she chose a popular concert venue where you and your friends are existing a rave party.

It’s take your child to work day, and as you enter your office to enjoy lunch, a hint of a sweet scent fills your nasal passages. You close your office door and put on some easy listening music. As you set your lunch on your desk, you hear a faint giggle. Seating in your leather chair, you scoot forward and unwrap your lunch. Something taps your ankle.

Walking your dog at a park one sunny afternoon, you see her practice ball control with a soccer ball. At one point, the ball gets away. Your dog pulls on the leash. Not for the ball. For her. Could he be giving you a sign?

Walking into your hotel on a business trip, she catches your eye from a distance. Standing in the lobby, she watches your every move as you pull your phone from your blazer pocket, looking up your confirmation email. You glance over at her, expressionless, as you step up to the concierge desk, before looking back at your phone. She starts walking your way.

Driving your forklift in the back alleyway of the warehouse district you see Charlye Demount practicing her bow and arrow routine.

Walking down the street one Saturday morning, you see your neighbor up on a ladder working on something on the roof.

Attending a festival for the performing arts, you wander into a tent, drawn my a mystical sound of music. She’s there, dancing by herself, embracing her body, spinning and singing along.