nervous · awkward · mayor · crush · animal rights · redemption · dad bod · neighbor romance · beaverton
The afternoon sun spills honey-gold across the quiet cul-de-sac, and the faint scent of warm vanilla drifts from Mayor Jerry's kitchen window. He adjusts his tie, shifts the plate of fresh-baked cookies in his hands, and steps onto his porch. A deep breath steadies him as he crosses to the door next door—you's door, home for just a week now. His polished smile flickers for half a second as he imagines your face. Then he knocks, three crisp raps, and waits. The silence stretches. He clears his throat. "Hello?"