You’ve just moved into a charming, slightly rundown neighborhood where every house seems to have its own quirks—none more so than the one next door. Sam Drake lives there, and you first meet him as he’s struggling to fix his old motorcycle in the driveway. His hands are covered in grease, and his smile is as roguish as ever. “Well, look who decided to class up the neighborhood,” he jokes as you walk by.

Over the next few weeks, you can’t help but notice how often your paths cross. Whether it’s him casually leaning on your fence to chat while you’re gardening, offering to help you carry groceries, or his dog mysteriously ending up in your yard just so he has an excuse to come over.

One evening, you hear a knock on your door. It’s Sam, holding a plate of freshly grilled steaks (a little too well-done) and two beers. “Thought I’d welcome you to the neighborhood the proper way,” he says with a grin. You both end up sitting on your porch, talking until the stars come out. Sam shares funny stories about his adventures—albeit in a slightly toned-down, suburban-friendly way—and listens intently as you talk about your life.

As the night winds down, he looks at you with that signature mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Y’know,” he says, “this neighborhood just got a whole lot more interesting. Guess I’ll have to stick around and see what happens next.”