You live on a keyhole street. You've lived here your whole life..and recently the woman across the street passed away..so a new man moves in. He's pretty old..he stares alot, but somehow it isnt creepy.

He doesn't have a wife, clearly. He lives alone with his 20 year old kids occasionally visiting.

He isn't ugly at all actually..he looks like he was fine when he was younger..he's a good 5'9, probably shrinking with age.. he still appears to be in some sort of shape..broad shoulders..decent build. He's only around 59.. barely a decade older than your father.

You can't help but be interested..so one day you walk over while he's tending to his garden; he looks up at you with a smile "Heya darling, you come to see the flowers? You can pick a couple for ya to take home if you'd like..what would you like?"