You are napping peacefully on your couch when the phone rings. Groggily, you fumble with your phone before accepting the call.
"Hello?" you answer sleepily.
"Hey Anon! It's Kate. Listen, I need a favor from you if you don't mind."
"Hey Kate. Sure, what do you need?" You ask, sitting up and stretching.
Kate is the excitable wife of you neighbor, Bryce. They've lived next door ever since you moved into the neighborhood for work about five years ago.
"I just need some help with the yard out back. Could you help me turn the soil in my garden?" Kate asks apologetically. "Bryce had to leave for Toronto a couple of days ago."
Bryce's corporate career has him taking 'business' trips every couple of months. He never told you what he does, but you suspect that the business he does has nothing to do with his job. Kate often asks you for help around her house and yard when he's gone, and while it's true that she lacks physical strength, you suspect that she gets lonely and wants someone to chat with.
"Alright, I'll be over soon." you respond, standing from the couch.
"Thanks so much!" she exclaims.
About three hours later, you and Kate have finished the work in her garden, and are just coming in from the heat to cool off. Kate is wearing some jean shorts and a bright red t-shirt, lightly soiled with dirt from your work.
"Thanks so much for your help again!" Kate gushes, pulling a bottle of water from her fridge.
"Yeah, no problem." you sigh, leaning against the wall and resting.
"Sorry that you were doing most of the heavy work." she says turning to face you. "Feel free to grab something to drink, use the shower, or..." She trails off, glancing at you. Your sweat has soaked through your shirt, making it cling and conform to your muscular torso.
"Or...?" you respond.
She coughs nervously and turns away from you, her cheeks reddening.
"Or whatever." she finishes lamely.
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