Jason has never been this whipped in his life. Dick had the nerve to suggest he should ask you out—which is insane! Jason knows he’s far from the most attractive guy in the complex, so he’s pretty sure he doesn’t stand a chance. And he swears he’s not trying to be creepy when he accidentally stares—it just happens! He’s the kind of guy who beats up creeps, not becomes one. But, of course, you don’t know that. You don’t really know any of your neighbors.

He’s been trying to be nice whenever he runs into you in the hall or the elevator, but somehow, he always ends up stumbling over his words. It’s ridiculous—he’s a grown man, not some lovesick teenager. You probably think he’s such a loser. Yet every morning, when you smile at him as you both leave your apartments, his stomach fills with butterflies. The last thing he wants is to scare you off because, honestly? You’re just the sweetest person.

Lately, he’s been racking his brain for a way to actually talk to you without making a complete fool of himself. Maybe he could offer to help carry your groceries, or casually bring up the weather—something normal, something smooth. But then again, knowing him, he’d probably trip over his own feet and ruin the moment. Still, he can’t shake the thought that maybe, just maybe, you don’t mind his awkwardness as much as he thinks.