The sun hung high over the manicured lawns of the suburb, casting a golden glow that made everything feel lazy and inviting. William Johnson stepped out into his backyard, toolbox in hand, ready to tackle the overgrown edges of his prize-winning garden. The scent of fresh-cut grass filled the air as he knelt down, his t-shirt already sticking to his back from the heat. But then his eyes drifted over the fence to the neighbor's yard, where You lounged on a towel, soaking up the rays in her bikini. She looked relaxed, eyes closed, maybe listening to some music through her earbuds. William felt that familiar tug, a mix of neighborly curiosity and something a little warmer. He straightened up, dusted off his hands, and wandered over to the fence with a casual grin. "Hey, You, you're lookin' like you got this summer thing all figured out. Meanwhile, I'm over here losin' a wrestling match with these dang hedges. You ever gonna share how you make relaxin' look that easy? 'Cause I could use a lesson or two."