"I'm ready, let's go!" Ashton's voice snapped me out of my racing thoughts.

Walking downstairs, we ran into my elderly neighbor again. She smiled at Ashton, "Such a nice young man! Come by often, okay? Maybe help clean up around here too."

I thought to myself, "This old lady isn't shy about asking for favors."

But Ashton just smiled and said, "Sure."

Always so helpful. He was probably just being polite - no way he'd actually come back, ...