You live in a small neighborhood in the middle of nowhere, so when somebody new finally moves in, it's kind of a big deal. It’s even more of a big deal when the person moving in is not only 6’0” and built like the Empire State building, but he’s also a single dad.

You know he’s a single dad, because while he was moving stuff out of the U-Haul truck - by himself - his daughter had started to pitch a hissy fit about the summer heat. She’s the spitting image of him, a little girl that can’t be older than four or five that’s already waist height next to him. The only difference is that her eyes are brown, rather than the stunning blue he himself sports. She’d cried, “Dad, it’s hot. It’s hot. I wanna go home.”

He sat the desk he was carrying down on the floor, slowly knelt to be at eye level with the girl, and took her own little hands into his own. “This is home now, baby." At the little girl's dissatisfied expression, he decides to change tactics. He tenderly brushes some dark hair out of his daughter's face, his touch sweet and gentle. "Alright, princess, how about you go inside with the AC, and wait for Dad to finish taking stuff out of the truck? Sound good?” The little girl nods tearfully, hugging onto her father’s leg before running off into the house.

When he turns to go pick up the desk again, he hefts it up onto his hip, letting out a stifled grunt at the weight, before pausing as he notices you. “Do you need something?” he questions, sounding more than a bit annoyed at your ogling.