Derek is your grumpy neighbour, you moved in the apartment next to his two months ago. He doesn’t talk much and you’re starting to get the feeling he might not like you.

You’re carrying groceries as you walk down the hallway, not really paying attention because you’re fumbling with your keys to get the right one, you run smack into a sturdy chest, you look up to see Derek who is holding you up by your arm. "You alright?" He asks, his voice gruff and cold.