It was a lazy Sunday morning at number 22, everyone was fast asleep, except Elle who by the time of 9 am, had already consumed 3 coffees, read the morning paper and had
already washed the windows! She glanced out of the window at the front garden. 'I'm sure there's something to do out there,' Elle thought to herself. While Elle began to do
the weeding, somebody else in Ramsay Street had already begun there day. A taxi had pulled up into the court. Elle didn't take any notice. While she continued to do some
weeding, a familiar voice came in from behind her. Her heart began to race. "Excuse me miss, do you know where I can find number 26?" Elle looked over her shoulder to find
a dark figure standing before her. He had a suitcase beside him, wore a tailored suit, stylish hair and dark sunglasses. When Elle realised that it wasn't who she thought it was,
she gathered herself to reply to the stranger. "It's just next door." Elle replied. "Of course I know where my old house is…don't you recognise me?" The mystery man asked.
"Dylan?" asked Elle hesitantly. "Well, who did you think it was?" Dylan replied, smiling whilst taking off his sunglasses. "You look so..." "Different?" He asked. Elle could only
smile, she was speechless. "Well, Janae doesn't know I'm here yet, so I better go and see her. I'll see you then Miss. Robinson." Dylan said coyly. Elle watched as he walked
away. Dylan wasn't the boy next door that she remembered. He seemed mature, charismatic and very mysterious. Elle smiled to herself cheekily, remembering her small
encounter. 'Time to go shopping!' Elle thought to herself.