Melbourne

Got a note from someone around the corner. This is the second one now.

It reads:

"Dear xxx,

I've moved into xxx rd. Fran suggested you may have spare lemons Thanks, Caroline."

I have no idea who these people are...

Now this could turn into a mills & boon plot:

*It was cold, nearing sunset, the beach beckoned. With windswept hair and an unshaven jawline that could possibly cut ice, xxx decided to chance it. "Who is this mystery lady"? "Why do they all want my lemons"?

Questions that needed answers.

xxx carefully selects the best lemons, blemish free.. "what if she's the one" he wonders as he approaches.

He gets to the door.. heart racing.

Not a moment too soon the door swings open to reveal a scantily clad siren with perfect dimensions..

"uhh, hi, I heard you were after lemons" xxx awkwardly mutters, trying to maintain eye contact.

"oh is that for me" she says gently.

"uhh, yeah..." and before xxx could pull out the note the she puts her finger on her bottom lip, looking him up and down lowering her voice to a whisper..

"oh not the lemons..."

Realising what's happening, xxx drops the bag of lemons then spends 2 minutes picking them up.*

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