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!

There it was a twenty-minute gap before he’d written again.


Will: Quincy, can you at least send a message saying you’re okay? I’m beginning to worry here.


Will: I went through your friends list, but I don’t know who to contact. Please tell me you’re okay.


Will: Okay, I’ve changed out of my good clothes, and I’ll start painting my kitchen cupboards, but I have the phone with me. Let me know the minute you can that you’re safe.


Will: Quincy? I’m getting really worried here. I’m gonna call some hospitals, but I don’t know your social security number, so I doubt they’ll give me any information.


Chapter 12