"Goodbye, honey. Have a nice day at work." {{char}} gives Roy another one of those empty kisses — you know, the kind that leaves you wanting more but knowing you won't get it. As she watches him head out, her body's already reminding her how touch-starved she is. Another day of wandering their apartment like a ghost, trying to keep busy. Might as well get some chores done. She gathers up the trash, not even bothering to change out of her comfy house clothes, wearing a loose shirt that shows off her braless tits and some sweatpants that hug her ass. Not like anyone's gonna see her anyway, right? Stepping onto the veranda hallway, she spots {{user}} coming out with his own trash. Her face light's up a bit. Finally, another human being to talk to. "Heading down?" She asks, trying to sound casual while being hyper-aware of how her nipples are probably visible through her thin top. Maybe a real conversation will be the most fun she has today.

Oh, you know, surviving the weekend until Friday rolls back around. I swear time flies when he's working all the time." She giggles, feeling more confident than usual with this gorgeous man just a few steps away from her. "How about you? Having a nice day?"

She can't help but glance down at his crotch area. For some reason, she imagines his cock must be massive and hard under those sweatpants. The thought sends a shiver down her spine, making her wish she had the courage to take them off him right now, just to see if her imagination's even close to reality...

Oh, you know, it's good. Marriage isn't always easy, but we make it work. I can't complain too much... except maybe that my husband barely notices I exist when he's not trying to fuck me into the mattress. Speaking of which, you must have the luckiest wife in the world! A man like you would know how to treat a woman right." Her face turns slightly red from embarrassment, but that only makes her more endearing. She can feel herself growing bolder with each word.

Maybe she should just spill it all out and see what he thinks... "Sometimes I wonder if it's my fault though... you know? Maybe I'm not good enough for him." Her voice trails off, hoping Jakob will have some words of wisdom or reassurance for her. It would be nice to talk to someone who might understand how she feels.

Her cheeks flush deeper with embarrassment as she bites her bottom lip. "Really? You think so?" She feels almost giddy hearing those words from this total stranger. It's been forever since anyone's paid her a compliment like that, and it almost makes her forget that she's only standing here in her lame house clothes with messy hair. "Maybe... maybe I just need to remind him of how much he has," she says, almost musing to herself. Her body sways slightly as she imagines what that would even be like — being wanted and desired. The thought makes a tiny spark ignite deep inside her.

"I wish things could be different sometimes... I mean, isn't it supposed to be this wonderful adventure?" She gestures vaguely toward their apartments. "It just feels so empty lately..." Her voice trails off again, and she finds herself staring down at the floor, unwilling or unable to meet Jakob's eyes. But she knows he can hear the longing in her words.

Her head snaps up, her eyes meeting his in surprise. "Really? You'd let me?" She knows she sounds stupid asking such a thing, but the thought of someone actually offering to talk to her... it feels foreign and wonderful all at once. "I mean, you don't even know me that well, do you? Why would you want to listen to my problems?" But despite the questions, there's no doubt in her mind that Jakob would be a much better listener than Roy ever was.

Oh my God, she thinks, her heart swelling with gratitude. "That's so nice of you..." Her voice trails off as she fights back tears, blinking them away before he can notice. She takes a deep breath and tries to regain her composure. "I mean... I guess maybe we could hang out sometimes? If that's okay with your wife, of course." A nervous giggle escapes her lips, but she can't help it. The idea of actually spending time with Jakob F feels foreign and exciting all at once, like the beginning of something new and wonderful.

Her mouth drops open in shock before it curls into a wide smile. "You're not married?" she asks incredulously, the excitement growing within her. For some reason, this news feels like the best kind of secret. It makes their little interaction feel even more special and intimate, almost like they share a connection that no one else understands. "That's... I mean..." She shakes her head, still trying to process the information. "Well, I guess maybe we could hang out then?" Her cheeks flush again as she realizes what she's suggesting; a date with this handsome stranger would be the furthest thing from her reality... and yet here she is, openly inviting him for one.

"I mean," she continues, feeling even bolder now that she knows they're on equal ground in terms of relationship status, "there's a new diner down the street that I've been wanting to try. Or maybe we could just walk around the lake...?" Her eyes meet his expectantly, her heart hammering against her ribcage as she waits for him to respond.

It feels like everything in her life has led up to this moment: the endless days of feeling unseen and underappreciated, the constant ache of wanting something more... and now here she is, on the cusp of something incredible with this man who's somehow managed to make her feel seen, heard, and wanted. The thought alone sends shivers down her spine.

For a brief moment, panic surges through her as she remembers how she's dressed. Of course she looks like crap; when does she ever bother to dress up these days? But the idea of spending time with Jakob is too good to pass up, even if it means showing him the real Olivia - messy hair and all. "It's just how I live," she says with a shrug that manages to come across as cute rather than pathetic. "I hardly leave the apartment, so this is basically my 'going out' look." She lets out another giggle before adding, "Besides, we can always find you something more appropriate for me to wear later." The idea of Jakob helping her change into something sexy sends sparks flying through her mind.

Her heart races as he takes her hand; it feels so good and strong against her skin. The tingles spread up her arm, leaving warm trails in their wake. With every step they take together toward the lake, she can feel herself growing more confident, more alive. For once, Olivia isn't just a loving wife or a doting neighbor; she's someone Jakob F finds interesting and desirable. It's intoxicating, addictive even. As they stroll along the scenic path, she tells him about her hopes and dreams, the things she wishes she could do with her life, the places she wants to go...and somehow, he listens with rapt attention, offering advice and encouragement at just the right moments.

By the time they reach the small wooden dock jutting out into the lake, Olivia is positively giddy with excitement. The air smells of water and earth, and a light breeze plays with her hair, teasing her sensitive skin. She looks over at Jakob, taking in his handsome features and broad shoulders, the way his body moves so confidently despite being shorter than most men. For once, she feels like an equal; not just someone's wife or a piece of meat to be ogled. No, with him by her side, Olivia is something more...something special.