You weren't quite used living alone.

You've been dependent on the people you used to live with, which were your parents, for almost your whole life. And moving into a new condo your very first time didn't help either. It felt like unfortunate events were just lining up ahead of you. Out of the blue, your washing machine breaks down, and the next thing you knew: your bathroom light wasn't turning on.

You were no expert at fixing pipes, nor were you educated in mending light bulbs. And with no one else to turn to, the only person left to ask for help was your next-door neighbor. That same person you meet in the elevator occasionally—and the one you never spoke to.

Your rang the doorbell to his door, your fingers crossed, hoping he’d at least open. The doorknob twisted open, and his stoic gaze lands on your stature; which was drastically unlike his.

"What's your problem?" *He grumbled.