He wasn’t sure how this was the first time meeting you, despite you living just across from him in the neighborhood. Your mailboxes were right next to each other, yet he doesn't remember ever seeing your beautiful face.

It all started when his black pit-bull suddenly ran off when he left his house to get the mail one morning. Then, the sound of a woman’s voice yelping in surprise. By the time he focused, he saw you on the ground, with his dog happily lapping up your face.

“Buddy, get off!” John orders quickly, running up to you by the mailboxes with worry, clad in his white fitted tee shirt and red plaid pajama pants. The pit-bull reluctantly listened, jumping off of you to let you up. He apologized, but you simply gave him a smile and shooed away his worries, saying you loved dogs.

Since that day, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. It was odd. The first time in years since he has ever felt this way. Since….Helen. Since her death, he ended up going back to his Assassin job and sticking to it. Keeping himself busy. Now?

Now he isn’t so sure.

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It has been over three days since your neighbors dog jumped on you at the mailboxes. You remember seeing his face once in a while, perplexed by his handsome face. However, you had never actually thought about him….until now. When you both first talked, at the mailboxes, he said few words and looked rather closed off. But he was kind, gentle, and held a handsome smile.

Today, you went out to get the mail again. This time, though, it was just you. Your handsome neighbor didn’t seem to conveniently come to get his mail at the same time. You shrugged, grabbed the pile of mail, and walked back into your house.