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body language wasn't so overrated after all.
    "It's a date," Leah replied, her heart fluttering just a little bit. She wasn't quite sure why, but for some reason, she had this irresistible urge to get flirty with him. This was the most overt attempt so far, though. How would he respond?
    "In that case: flowers or chocolate?"
    Leah bit her lip. He has taken the bait.
    "Do I have to pick just one?" she asked in response.
    "Right you are. You don't. A girl like you deserves both."
    She was speechless for a moment. She'd started it, but now they'd both crossed that invisible line in the sand. They were no longer just neighbors being friendly. There was something else going on here, and it felt good.
    "You know where I live :-)" Leah couldn't stop smiling. This new life of hers was shaping up to be quite exciting indeed.
    "Flowers and chocolates for the lady. That can certainly be arranged."
    "And don't think you can get away with just smooth talking me. I'll be heartbroken if you don't follow through. :-)"
    "No worries. I'm a man of my word."
    Leah felt like hugging her phone but resisted at the last moment. She wasn't a teenager anymore after all.
    Was he as excited as she was right now? Maybe. Hopefully. Perhaps she should ask him. No, that would be a dumb attempt to look behind the curtain and ruin the magic.
    Still, though, this thing with Matt made her feel good about herself. Ever since planning to set out on her own, she hadn't given herself permission to date. The baggage left over from the last man in her life had also played a part. Perhaps this thing, this weird long-distance type deal with the man next door was exactly what she needed.
    It's easy to convince yourself you don't need anyone when everyone tells you you're crazy to leave your job. But Matt had been supportive, something Leah hadn't realized she'd wanted, and yet he wasn't about to take over her whole life to the extent that she would no longer be able to achieve her business goals. He might not be Mr. Perfect, but whatever was developing here sure seemed to fit perfectly into Leah's life.
    She plopped down on the sofa and started typing again. Now that this initial hurdle had been crossed, there was a whole lot more for the both of them to talk about. The night was still young, and she didn't want to miss a moment of it.

Chapter Five
    Leah had come home late. The custom order that had come in earlier in the day for two hundred spring themed wedding favor bags meant a trip into the city for supplies was in order.
    She didn't mind the drive so much, nor the traffic, because she knew that at the end of the day she had a quiet home to retreat to. Hers wasn't a city life anymore.
    So when she unlocked the door and stepped inside, she could breathe a sigh of relief. Here she was, away from the noise and confusion. Here she could relax.
    Leah started to unpack her shopping. The much needed supplies were put away for later in favor of the groceries she needed right this moment. She popped a ready meal into the microwave and poured herself a glass of wine while waiting.
    One of these days, she'd decided to learn how to cook from scratch as well, but not today. Leah had more pressing things to occupy herself with, such as messaging Matt, which had become a welcome ending to every day since they started talking shortly after she'd moved into the place.
    "What a day," Leah started the conversation
    "Oh yeah?" Matt responded instantly, as usual.
    "I'd almost forgotten how busy the city can be."
    "I wouldn't know. Cities aren't my thing."
    "Anyway, glad to be back home. I'm enjoying a ready made lasagna."
    "Say what? Sawdust with cheese on top?"
    "We can't all be awesome cooks like you."
    "Can't or won't?"
    Typical. Won't leave the house but has opinions about everything. Leah let out a chuckle, then opened the camera app and took a close-up of her plate.
    "If you serve it up nicely before eating, you can't tell the difference," she wrote as a caption to the