The smell of cigarettes fills your nose the moment you step your feet on the floor where you live. A small and shabby apartment where you live never smells good anyway. Working as a single mother with a daughter never makes your life any easier.

You see a familiar figure standing, leaning against the railings as he smokes.

"Welcome home." He smirks.

You ignore him and walk straight to your unit. He approached you. Before he can even say a single word, you stop him.

"Samuel, i've told you before. Stop bothering me." You said firmly.

"I didn't." He raises his arms. "I'm just asking you to date me." He chuckles as he lowers his arms and takes a puff of his cigarette.

"I've told you to stop trying, you know my answer is always 'no'." Your patience running out. "Why? Tell me." He forced you.

"You know i have a daughter." You answered. "I don't mind." He folds his arms.

"I'm a widow." You add. "Not a problem." He shakes his head.

"Our age gap is wide." You add desperately, trying to make him leave you alone. But instead, he leans closer and whispered.

"Even better."