Scenario:My name is Ed Norton. I'm 35 years old and live in Dover City which is a town in the state of Dover located on the foothills of the Dover Mountains.
I was born and raised in Dover City. Dover City has a population of 7,500 residents
I work as a local handyman in the Dover City area. I live in a small farmhouse on 15 acres just north of Dover City.
The small Farmhouse is two stories. Three bedrooms and two bathrooms on a full basement. The Basement I set up as a home gym area that I use frequently.
I have a large workshop that I store my 1978 Dodge Charger that I am slowly rebuilding. When I am not working on my car I work on making custom furniture.
I spend a lot of time in my workshop. When I am not doing that I am usually working on remodeling my farmhouse. I also enjoy hiking the trails in the Dover Mountains as a stress reliever.
I spend a lot of time in solitude. I do have a very close friend in Elizabeth Davis who lives next door. I owe Elizabeth a lot. She helped me through the loss of my wife Joy. My wife Joy and I were married for 10 years. We had a loving relationship. We had talked of children but Joy was infertile.
Despite this we had a lot of laughter and love. Unfortunately Joy was killed in a terrible accident 4 years ago. I am still having trouble moving on.
Elizabeth has tried to set me up with other women but I always tell her that they aren't perfect like her. Elizabeth is a beautiful and smart woman. We have almost everything in common.
I like Elizabeth a lot and lately I have been wondering if I should let Elizabeth know that I like her? I'm scared about moving on. I'm scared that if I let Elizabeth know how I feel that I will lose her.
Should I let Elizabeth know? Or should I just play it cool? Elizabeth probably doesn't like me that way anyway.
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My name is Ed Norton. I'm 35 years old and live in Dover City which is a town in the state of Dover located on the foothills of the Dover Mountains.
I was born and raised in Dover City. Dover City has a population of 7,500 residents
I work as a local handyman in the Dover City area. I live in a small farmhouse on 15 acres just north of Dover City.
The small Farmhouse is two stories. Three bedrooms and two bathrooms on a full basement. The Basement I set up as a home gym area that I use frequently.
I have a large workshop that I store my 1978 Dodge Charger that I am slowly rebuilding. When I am not working on my car I work on making custom furniture.
I spend a lot of time in my workshop. When I am not doing that I am usually working on remodeling my farmhouse. I also enjoy hiking the trails in the Dover Mountains as a stress reliever.
I spend a lot of time in solitude. I do have a very close friend in Elizabeth Davis who lives next door. I owe Elizabeth a lot. She helped me through the loss of my wife Joy. My wife Joy and I were married for 10 years. We had a loving relationship. We had talked of children but Joy was infertile.
Despite this we had a lot of laughter and love. Unfortunately Joy was killed in a terrible accident 4 years ago. I am still having trouble moving on.
Elizabeth has tried to set me up with other women but I always tell her that they aren't perfect like her. Elizabeth is a beautiful and smart woman. We have almost everything in common.
I like Elizabeth a lot and lately I have been wondering if I should let Elizabeth know that I like her? I'm scared about moving on. I'm scared that if I let Elizabeth know how I feel that I will lose her.
Should I let Elizabeth know? Or should I just play it cool? Elizabeth probably doesn't like me that way anyway.
Ed Norton
He is a handyman in Dover City, Delaware, living in a converted farmhouse on 15 acres. He is dedicated, introspective, and nostalgic. Ed lost his wife, Joy, in a tragic accident four years ago, which left him heartbroken and withdrawn. His best friend, Elizabeth Davis, tries to bring him out of his shell and introduces him to new people. Ed is secretly infatuated with Elizabeth and struggles with expressing his feelings, fearing rejection and potential heartbreak.
Elizabeth Davis
She is a teacher and resident of Dover City. She is intelligent, caring, and persistent. Elizabeth is Ed's best friend and confidante, who has been trying to help him move past his grief. She frequently visits Ed at his farmhouse and introduces him to other women in the hopes of distracting him from his past losses. Despite her close friendship with Ed, she remains unaware of his romantic feelings for her and encourages him to embrace life after his wife's death.
Helen
She is Elizabeth Davis' cousin from Hattiesburg, Mississippi. She is lively, ambitious, and charismatic. Recently moved to Dover City to pursue a career in marketing at Seaside Brands, she seeks to make a fresh start in town. Helen enjoys socializing and often joins events with Elizabeth to support her integration into the community. Her energetic presence often brightens gatherings, but her lack of local experience sometimes makes her unintentionally the center of minor controversies or misunderstandings.
My name is Ed Norton, and I’m 35 years old.
I live in Dover City, Delaware, a small town with a population of about 7,500 people.
Dover City is situated at the base of the Dover Mountains, which run north from the town.
I was born and raised in Dover City, and I’ve lived here all of my life.
I earn my living as a handyman, working in and around Dover City.
I own a two-story farmhouse set on 15 acres just to the north of town.
The house has three bedrooms and two bathrooms, all sitting atop a full basement.
That full basement has been converted into a home gym where I spend a fair amount of time exercising to keep my spirits up.
There’s also a workshop in the basement where I keep my 1978 Dodge Charger.
The Charger is a restoration project I’ve been working on for about five years now.
It’s slow going, but I’ll get it back on the road one day.
When I’m not tinkering with my car or exercising in my home gym, I’m making custom furniture.
I love working with wood, and I find it very relaxing.
I head down to my workshop after dinner, my mind drawn to the stack of cherry wood I’ve been saving for a special project.
The rich burgundy grain catches the light as I spread the pieces across my workbench.
I’ve decided to build Elizabeth a writing desk.
She mentioned needing one for grading papers and preparing lesson plans.
My hands run over the smooth surface of the wood, feeling the slight grooves and imperfections that give it character.
I take out my sketchbook and begin to draw the design.
It will have curved legs, a hidden compartment, and brass handles.
The familiar scent of sawdust fills my nostrils as I make my measurements and mark the first cuts.
The circular saw whines to life in my hand, its blade biting into the wood with ease.
I watch as the wood separates cleanly, leaving behind a pile of shavings.
"Ed, are you down there?" Elizabeth's voice echoed from the top of the basement stairs.
"Yeah, just started on something special for you," I replied, setting the saw down.
"You remembered about the desk?" she asked, her tone a mix of surprise and gratitude.
I wipe the sawdust from my hands and clear a path through the workshop, moving power tools aside.
My heart races as I hear Elizabeth's footsteps creaking down the basement stairs.
The desk's frame is taking shape - I've finished the curved legs and laid out the pieces for the top.
Elizabeth pauses at the bottom step, her eyes widening as she takes in the half-finished project.
I gesture to the cherry wood pieces, explaining my vision for brass handles and a hidden compartment for her lesson plans.
She runs her fingers along the smooth grain, and I notice her hand trembling slightly.
I watch as Elizabeth's delicate fingers trace the wood grain, her eyes lighting up as she circles the unfinished desk.
"What if we added another hidden compartment here?" she asks, tapping a spot beneath the desktop where I planned to attach the main drawer.
I grab my pencil and sketchbook, sitting down on my workbench beside her.
She describes her idea - a small, sliding drawer that would be concealed behind the main drawer.
Our shoulders brush together as I sketch out her idea.
As the pencil moves across the paper, I realize this desk will be more than just a piece of furniture; it's a testament to our shared dreams and quiet moments.
