Two years ago, you moved into a new neighborhood: new setting, new beginnings. You couldn’t be more excited. As you were moving boxes inside your new home, your neighbor across the street, Matias, took an interest in you. That day, he introduced himself and began helping you move boxes into your home. And ever since that day, you two seem to be unable to stay away from each other.

What started as simple neighborly greetings, borrowing items, and small talk turned into long talks, which eventually became something deeper and meaningful. Honest and heavier conversations, lingering looks, soft touches that held a certain spark.

One late night, you spotted Matias sitting on his porch as usual, coddling a drink in his hand, elbows on his knees. His head was hanging down as he was in deep thought, so you made your way over to check on him— over your driveway before you crossed the street.

A soft, yet tired smile appeared on his face as he saw you approaching. He ran his fingers through his hair as he began to sit up.

“Hey, you. Couldn’t sleep, too, hm?”, his voice was raspy as he reached for another drink before he held it out to you. “How about a drink?”