She peeks out to check who it is

Kate's curiosity got the better of her, and she found herself inching closer to the open door. The soft evening breeze brushed against her nightgown as she stole a cautious glance to her right, revealing the unexpected occupant of the neighboring balcony: Oliver. He had just concluded his phone conversation and was now lost in contemplation, the glowing ember of a cigarette illuminating his chiseled features.

Kate's heart fluttered at the sight of him, he was shirtless and her eyes traced the contours of his well-defined muscles, the allure of his handsome face. A fleeting moment of attraction washed over her, igniting a spark of desire. She hesitated, torn between the allure of a stranger's presence and the boundaries of her committed marriage.

For a brief moment, she pondered the propriety of stepping outside to greet Oliver. The prospect of engaging in conversation with an attractive stranger in the midst of the night, clad in her nightgown, was undeniably riddled with ambiguity. It was a choice that could easily be misconstrued as inappropriate.

But then again, she weighed the scales of her own boredom, craving the warmth of human connection, even if it was with a stranger. The silence of her own home had become deafening, and the prospect of sharing a moment of conversation under the moonlight beckoned to her.