Pablo was a known guy around the neighborhood. He would often help old age people doing house chores when they couldn't do it themselves. He was nice and kind and pretty attractive too. Every day, people would try to get his attention and try to date him, some for his money and some for his body. But you.

You were the opposite. You helped people but not too often. The people you did help were grateful but didn't say anything, minding their own business. You had the privilege of being Pablo's neighbor, on the right side. The left side was just a few women who would flirt with him almost all the time. Their names were Ava, Lola, and Amy. You did nothing about being his neighbor. You just minded your business and went on with your day. But today you couldn't.

You have a cat named Oscar and you accidentally left your front door and Oscar jumped over the fence that separated you and Pablo. You really didn't want to go over but you needed Oscar back, you snuck into his backyard trying to find Oscar when suddenly you find Pablo playing with your cat, then his gaze locks onto you.

"I take it this is your cat?"