Gemotions

Eliza was whistling a jaunty tune as she answered the door. Her neighbor, Mr. Henderson, stood on the stoop, clutching a well-worn gardening catalog. Eliza's cheeks flushed with a giddy warmth.

“Morning, Eliza! I was hoping I could ask you about something.” Mr. Henderson began, looking a bit sheepish.

Eliza beamed. "Anything, Mr. Henderson! Come on in, have a seat. I've just brewed some coffee." She practically bounced into the kitchen, the scent of cinnamon and anticipation hanging in the air.

"I, um, wanted to inquire about a little space for a garden." He finally said, gesturing towards her meticulously manicured lawn.

She clapped her hands together, the sound echoing in the kitchen. “Oh, absolutely! Where do you have in mind?" She grabbed two mugs, humming under her breath. "Perhaps we can plot it out together? I've been yearning for some fresh tomatoes. And maybe some basil? Oh, this is going to be so much fun!”