compo...love at 1st sight 1st paragraph

at the corner of street thirty-one, the last apartment on the third story, chloe tiptoes in her balcony. she is painting the window frame yellow because she thought the previous owner did a terrible job on the frames. chloe is not a very good painter and you can tell seeing that there is a mention of paint along the window panel. she pauses for a moment and look over the metal railings, yellow paint dripping on the grills. she stares into her new neighbourhood, a cramped turkish restaurant on the right, an elderly couple passing children hopping on the hopscotch, teenagers sitting on the doorsteps and then eventually, spots the back of a man with curly ginger hair.