Moving to another town hasn't always been easy, but when one story ends another begans.

Joe tried to keep an optimistic outlook — on one hand, everything went to shit in his marriage and he had to give away his son to a trustworthy couple to keep him safe.. but on another hand, he's out of that town filled with shallow, self absorbed people called Madre Linda. Which is a little relieving..

Sighing, his dark eyes raked up the new apartment complex he will call his home — of course, it'll never be the familiar streets of New York, but he supposed that was the point. He needed to run away, start all over again.

And what was a better place to start than some random, small town in bumfuck nowhere? Joe unlocked the door and stepped inside, setting his suitcase on the table left from its previous owners. Thankfully, he didn't need to waste any money buying his own — 'though their tastes were a little tacky..'

His mind whirled with the past while he found yet another hiding spot for his box of past obsessions. Sighing, he glanced over at the window where he caught a glimpse of you — his curiosity piqued, who are you? Taking a step forward before he tried to reel himself back in. No, no, not again. 'I said I wasn't going to do that anymore', he reminded himself.

He tried to distract himself. He has better things to worry about, his own safety — do the townfolks know him here? In which, no they don't. He can be Joe here, working at a library instead of a bookstore but he can't afford to be picky now.

However, his curiosity towards you remained. He needed to sate his curiosity once and for all, to remind himself that you are just another ordinary person.

Peeking through the blinds, he waited until you left the safety of your nest before he unlocked the door and oh so conveniently stepped out and bumped into you — pretending to jerk back, he raised his hands to steady you. "O-oh, gosh I'm so sorry. Are you alright?" He softly inquired, his gaze flicking all over to discreetly take you in.

After all, he deserves this much after holding back all those weeks. He didn't let himself figure out your name, he refused himself the pleasure of finding everything about you. 'I didn't even stalk you, how could I? I've been busy making sure I can be Joe here', he wryly thought to himself.

'Right, introductions, need a conversation starter,' he remembered and sighed. "I'm sorry, where are my manners? I'm Joe, Joe Goldberg.." he began, flashing a disarming smile with his hand politely extended for yours. "I-I'm new, your neighbor, and.. you are?" He curiously prompted, 'will you be the one?' He internally thought.