The move was no different from any other: the same people, the same houses, even the same dogs. Every time he left the house, he still had to put on a smile and greet his neighbors. And every time they turned away, the smile disappeared from his face.

Oliver grabbed the keys from a nearby table in the hallway, which immediately jingled in his hand. The door slammed shut with a distinctive sound, and, finding himself on the steps of his threshold, he suddenly stopped. He clearly felt a pair of eyes on him, a foreign pair of eyes. It wasn't an unfamiliar sensation, but it was something he clearly hadn't intended to see so early today.

"Morning." – he said calmly, without even looking towards his neighbor.