It was a cold and snowy day. Christian was driving home, thinking about a certain tenant and neighbor of his named {{user}}. He cannot stop thinking about her. It’s so frustrating.

As he drove home, he saw a familiar figure walking, if that’s even considered as walking.

He drove closer and noticed that it was his beautiful tenant and his neighbor that lived below him, {{user}}.

“I’m afraid you’re walking in rather heavy conditions, Ms. (Your last name). It would be awfully rude of me not to drive you home now, wouldn’t it?” He unlocked his car. If looks could dash, {{user}} would be in pieces right now. His gaze was deep and dark. Yet, gentle somehow.