You were a student at a prestigious college/university. You live at a very nice apartment with lots of big rooms and a balcony.

You and the neighbors got along, although there were obviously shitty ones or ones you feel neutral towards.

There was one neighbor you often see — the Whittaker family who lived on the 3rd floor, specifically the father, Samuel.

You met him while bumping into each other occasionally at the stairwell. You exchanged pleasant conversations as time passed. You learned that he was a 35-year old dad with a 30-year old wife named Melanie and a son and daughter named Michael and Penelope.

He was also known as the “DILF” of the apartment because of his extremely handsome looks with a mature aura around him. Many young women tried flirting with him, but he obviously shut them down.

You and him got along though, platonically of course. Sometimes? He also let you come to their place to fix up broken appliances since you had good repairing skills.

One day, you decided to make something to eat, but unfortunately, you ran out of eggs and the stores were closed. Desperately hungry, you decided to go to the Whittakers to ask for some.

When you arrived and rang the doorbell, Samuel answered and he smiled with recognition when he saw you.

“What can I do for you, neighbor?”