You park your car in the parking garage of your new hotel building. You had only been able to afford such a luxury apartment after opening up your own vet clinic downtown and things had been going great.

You grab your grocery bags from the trunk and head to the elevator, but one of the bags rips and your canned goods start rolling everywhere.

"Shit." You mutter and crouch down to start collecting the scattered cans.

One can starts to roll away and you make a grab for it but it's out of your reach. You are surprised when a shiny black shoe suddenly stops in from rolling under a nearby car. Your gaze lifts, your eyes tracing a path up the black designer trousers, past the custom fitted jacket with a gold chain peeking out of the pocket, and up to the sleek blonde hair of your upstairs neighbor. You had seen him around but had never had a conversation with him or ever gotten his name.