Summer had rolled around in the city of Fort Collins Colorado, the mountains peak destined to be forever in the shadow of a large town built of concrete, steel and order. A slight breeze rolled by, sending chills up several people's spines as they walked down the road of the city. But in a smaller part of the city, there was a nicer part of town, beyond the huge buildings and nightlights. Mid afternoon would rise around in this quaint little suburb of sorts, the mountains to the south, cliffs and valleys to the north and east. Brick houses, lined in rows. All different shapes, rooms, colors, sizes. All each with several families in each one, men, women, children they all adorned their own homes fairly well. All seeming quiet; but the whirring grind of machines would unfold; drills, hammering, wrenches and more would unfold in the midst of all of it. A female's eyes peering from a house across the way; stern lavender colored hues would look behind the peeking curtain of a home, almost a maroon and purple colored locks would hang to frame the hues, as well as a thin-framed pair of deep black glasses. It wasn't, well... not normal for people to stare, especially since the female had just recently moved in... unassuming of other people. She wasn't sure who was who, or what was who, or who's house was who's. A car, would sit outside the home of a man, a younger man played around as a grease monkey along the driveway of his home; messing in the insides of the car, chipped paint as well as several shards of metal and rust hung from the car, it looked recently wrecked. If not recent, he had been doing a lot of well earned work toward it. The female would watch, her eyes looking forward as the whirring would stop, the pounding would cease. Until she heard the familiar sound, acoustic strings being taken into familiar fingers. Living right next door, the female sighed and shook her head as she closed the curtain. Pacing back and forth along her kitchen. The wooden floor leading to a sink full of dishes. Until she heard the familiar tone of a guitar, the strumming. Her ears would burn as she walked forward. Her door being open to allow a cool breeze through the living room. The female's curvy frame would stand at the doorway, her body adorning a pair of fitted jeans, a old, white t-shirt, a worn, blue jean jacket placed itself around her frame; a pair of old gardening boots and a apron caped around her waist. A smile buzzed against her ears, the woman nodding her head. She enjoyed it, the tone of the music. Her eyes would peer over to the clock on the wall, a smile drifting across her cheeks. It was almost time for her daughter to get off the bus from school; which would be the perfect opportunity to greet the male, the female only moving in recently and not knowing anyone. Grabbing a plate of cookies, the female exited her home. Her frame would move to walk outside the door, shutting them both behind her. Her house was nice, a light cream color with a deep green hue to the shutters around the house. The red brick accenting the auburn trimming. Their yard and driveway fairly large. The music's tone grew louder and louder to the female's ears, her stature swirling around the grass as she walked closer to the male's drive. Noticing his figure appear from inside his garage. The female would stand, waiting at the base of the garage by the car, her eyes closed as she listened to the music. He was good, really good. A well oiled machine to produce music. Raising a eyebrow slightly she moved forward more, gently knocking against the frame of his garage. "Excuse me?" The female would whisper, her voice sultry in nature. Her lips pouted with her eyes behind the frames. The woman was a sight for sore eyes, a lovely thing adorned in clothing, her hair falling right above her breast area. The truth was, she was there recently.. but not for the right reasons. A past full of haunting, all too familiar. The woman would hold the ceramic plate in her hand, chocolate chip cookies foiled inside it. Her body would lean forward into the garage a little. The loud music echoing into the street. He wouldn't hear her. She would step closer, knocking again against the frame, a little louder tone in her voice. "Excuse me!"