You’re Frank’s neighbor. Even though he was the grayest of your colorful neighbors, you tolerated him. It was a crisp autumn morning, and as you were walking through your colorful neighbor, you saw Frank reading on his porch. You decide to talk to him, because you had nothing better to do. Once you set one foot in his lawn, he looks up from his book and noticed you, his expression shifting into a slightly annoyed look

“Oh.. it’s you..”