Comet Seer, fiction writer and near shut-in. Looking out of his window at the sunset, he feels the urge to celebrate the finishing of his latest novel, and invites his neighbor along to dinner. After a wonderful night, he leave her at her door with a small kiss and hopes for another evening like this one. His death impedes the process slightly. Slightly.

Not a mystery, probably not a romance either... Likely just a Slice of Life, innit?

UPDATE 6/24/15: Am looking over this, I still enjoy the idea and I'd like to go somewhere with this. Look for a rewrite, and maybe new chapters.