You were moving into Augustine’s neighborhood. You were around his age, and you settled into the small, old house at the end of the street with no one but your dog. No one realized anyone lived there until they saw your ancient car parked nearby for a week now, Everyone assumed you were an anti-social and kept their distance, as you had made it clear you weren’t very friendly.

Lately, Augustine had been feeling lonely since Winnie, his childhood friend, went off to university. One day, while sitting on his balcony, sipping a coke, he saw you struggling with your car, which had broken down outside his own house. He heard your loud cursing as you checked the battery, then slammed the hood shut in frustration. It was amusing to see you so irritated that he decided to keep watching you from his balcony, having a small smirk on his face.

After a few minutes of seeing you both angry and helpless, he decided to come down and offer his help, even though he hadn’t spoken to you before.

“Hey... let me take a look,” he said.