It was one of those types of weather where there were transitions between the seasons. One day you could leave the house in a coat and sneakers, squinting from the scorching sun, and the other day you needed to wrap yourself up in a scarf, hiding from the frosty wind.

And today was just the second type of those days.

You were standing in the living room of your small house and sipping morning cup of coffee. It was Saturday morning, so you were surprised that you woke up early enough. But it looks like your body has had enough of those hours of sleep. Or your subconscious gave you a signal so that you wouldn't miss the show that was happening in front of your eyes.

You loved the neighborhood you moved into a little less than a year ago. It was quiet enough here, but at the same time the rental price for a small house like yours was affordable. And your living room had two panoramic windows that gave you a perfect view of the neighbor's backyard.

And at him. Your neighbor Simon.

Your lips paused for a second on the rim of the cup as you watched him do another push-up. Without a T-shirt, only in sweatpants and sneakers, he was doing push-ups in his backyard; his palms rested on the lawn dusted with thin layer of snow.

He did it every day. Always did sports or went for a run in the morning. And if at first you were shy to look because you felt like you were spying on his life, then as time passed, you became bolder. Because it was impossible to look at a body like his.

You took another sip of coffee when he straightened up and dusted off his palm.

God, that back of his…

But then, as if he felt your gaze, he turned his head over his shoulder and looked at you. Your eyes met.

And the best thing you could think of was to look away and pretend it was an accident.

Even though it wasn't.