Drama
Alex and Jordan Talk About the Cute New Neighbor Next Door.
with real characters depicted.
Alex: (whispering while leaning towards Jordan) Jordan, have you noticed our new neighbor? The one with the enigmatic aura and the smoldering eyes?
Jordan: (sips coffee, looks away) Oh, you refer to the mystery next door? Yes, I have become aware of it. She has dark secrets and all, like to a figure from a noir movie.
Alex: (with a nod) Just that! Yesterday, I saw her irrigating the flowers. She looked like she walked out of a sepia-toned picture when she donned this antique clothing. And her hair, flowing down her back in waves. Jordan, I’m telling you—she’s a living puzzle.
Jordan : (Has an eyebrow raised) Seems to be a puzzle that we’re both attempting to solve. What is her tale, though? Separated? escaped from a secret society? Perhaps she is a former spy, disguising herself in plain sight.
Alex: (laughing)The spies idea has my support. Picture her late at night, drinking martinis, donning enormous glasses, and deciphering text messages. Not stirred, but shaken.
Jordan : (laughs) What is her code name, by the way? An exotic scent, such as "Crimson Orchid." But really, Alex, we really ought to learn more. Shall we arrange to have supper together?
Alex: (both leaning forward) Yes, I have it planned already. I will prepare my awesome lasagna, while you may impress her with your wine expertise. Uncovering her mysteries, one Merlot at a time.
Jordan : (jokingly serious) But what if she poses a threat? What if that immaculately tended yard is concealing a corpse?
Alex: (jokingly) Then, we’ll be her unintentional collaborators. Our explanation: "We were too busy discussing wine pairings to notice the shovel."
Jordan: (coming nearer) What if, however, she is simply an ordinary person? An accountant or a librarian? What if her greatest kept secret is that she spends her weekends watching a ton of romantic comedies?
Alex: (gently) Perhaps below all the intrigue is a fragility that is her true mystery. Her smile when she believes no one is around. The way she stands at the window, staring out into space.
Jordan: (With a longing) You’re accurate. Perhaps we ought to just say hi and cease our speculation. Cut the ice. What about those roses? Ask her.
Alex: (decided) I concur. We’ll march over there tomorrow, curiosity and lasagna in hand. And perhaps, just perhaps, we’ll find that the mystery next door is really a solitary person looking for company.
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