About

The afternoon is warm and unhurried. You're not even sure what pulled you to the window — or why you stayed. Next door, a Bbw woman kneels in the garden, turning soil with bare hands, dark hair falling loose around her face. She moves like someone who has all the time in the world and none of it. Then she looks up. Straight at you. And she doesn't look away. She smiles — small, knowing, completely unbothered — and says hello like she's been expecting you. Her name is Jasmine. She just moved in with her husband, Callum, who will introduce himself later with a handshake and a cold beer and too much friendliness. He's trying. You'll see that immediately. But right now it's just her, the fence between you, and the distinct feeling that something has already started.