𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐒 | HAN LUE

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As the aroma of dinner filled the air, Frankie moved around the kitchen with a sense of purpose. The rhythmic chopping of vegetables and the sizzling sounds from the stove created a comforting melody.

Her son, Jake, diligently completed his homework at the dining table, occasionally glancing up to marvel at the bustling kitchen.

Even as she stirred pots and checked the oven, Frankie couldn't shake the surreal feeling that washed over her. This was no ordinary evening—it was a family evening. The realization hit her in waves, and she had to pause, letting the warmth of the moment wash over her.

Dinner prep wasn't just a routine; it was a manifestation of the life she had built for herself and her son. Cooking for a family was a dream she hadn't dared to dream for a long time.

As the kitchen filled with the comforting scent of a home-cooked meal, Frankie couldn't help but marvel at the fact that she had her own family now.

Jake, engrossed in his studies, represented a chapter of her life she had once thought impossible. The simple tasks of managing homework and chores were emblematic of the everyday life she had longed for. It was a stark contrast to the tumultuous events of her past, and Frankie couldn't help but be grateful for this newfound stability.

As the clock neared dinner time, Frankie set the table with care, each plate a testament to the love and effort she poured into this family.

As Jake neatly organized his books into his backpack, he stole a glance at his mother, who was orchestrating the kitchen's culinary symphony.

Recognizing the opportune moment to slip away, he couldn't help but smile at the prospect of spending time with Deckard, their intriguing neighbour.

Deckard was more than just a neighbour to Jake; he was a friend, someone he could confide in and share stories with.

Frankie, engrossed in her culinary duties, remained blissfully unaware of Jake's intentions to seek out Deckard.

The connection between Jake and Deckard went beyond mere neighbourly exchanges—they had developed a unique bond that transcended generational gaps.

Frankie, on the other hand, approached their neighbour with caution, sensing the underlying currents of romantic interest that Deckard harboured.

For Jake, however, Deckard represented a figure of friendship and mentorship.

He cherished the moments spent chatting about cars, adventures, and life in general. It was a respite from the complexities that sometimes loomed over their household.

Frankie, though aware of their camaraderie, preferred to keep her interactions with Deckard at a friendly distance.

Dating wasn't on her agenda, especially with the complexities of her personal life.

As Jake slipped out, he carried with him the anticipation of another engaging conversation with Deckard.

The door closed behind him, leaving Frankie to immerse herself in the comforting routine of preparing a family dinner. Unbeknownst to her, the bonds of friendship and the subtle dance of unspoken feelings intertwined in the shared space of their neighbourhood.

As Jake stepped into the evening air, he noticed the warm glow emanating from Deckard's small garage.

The flickering lights beckoned like a beacon of camaraderie, and Jake's face lit up with a joyful smile.

Deckard, deeply engrossed in his mechanical pursuits, glanced up at the approaching youngster, offering a good-natured shake of his head. Without a word, he handed Jake a wrench, the universal symbol of shared work in their little garage haven.