Quincy Dean is one lucky guy. After months of virtual flirting, he’s convinced the man of his dreams is living next door. True, they’ve never spoken face-to-face, and William Johnson has never posted a picture of himself, but how many William Johnson’s could there be?<br><br>Quincy is positive the two of them would be great together. But if he's ever going to get the chance to convince Will of that fact, he’s going to need to do it before his perfect man figures out he’s too good for Quincy's little corner of Whiteport and disappears from his real life forever.<br><br>But how do you woo someone when you have to stay six feet apart? Direct messages are great, but they aren't very romantic. And when Quincy begins to notice that Will’s messages don’t always match up with what he's seeing through his blinds, he worries that even online he and his dream guy are drifting apart. Six feet or not, it might be time to ask Will out on a date.

Quinny, Focus!

Ty sighed. “I don’t know, I just…The world is shit right now, and here was a glimmer of hope. He sounds like an awesome guy, and I’m envious you found him before I did.”


“If I’d had someone to talk to like you’ve been talking to Will, I’d stick to him like glue. What if this is how it’ll be from now on, what if we’ll be social distancing for the rest of our lives? I don’t do too well alone, Quins.”


“Yeah, I know. It’ll pass, though. The virus won’t last forever.” But a thread of panic was shooting through his head.


“Maybe not, but there might be a new one, or we’ll be so deep into a financial depression we’ll starve—”


“No, we won’t! It’ll be fine. We’ll get through this.”


Ty was quiet, and Quincy suspected he was nodding, he was usually a nodder when he couldn’t come up with anything to say.


“Yeah…I wish we’d never gotten separate apartments. If we’d stayed roommates, we’d be together now.”


Chapter 11