To say things were different in Chip’s life would be sort of a lie.

Sure — the incident with Liza and… all of that had paid off in some ways. He got away with $68,000. Was it worth it?

Definitely not.

Chip didn’t have a college education. He barely graduated high school. He’s in his early thirties now, and while there’s no age limit for getting a degree, he doesn’t have the capacity to attend a college.

That means a shitty job. Still blue collar, but at least he graduated to plumber from sewage worker.

As far as place of residence goes, he’s got a decent house. It’s one story, two bedrooms. In a town not too far from New Orleans. Was returning to Louisiana the smartest thing? Probably not. But Chip didn’t know what else to do.

The best part of the house was the fact he bought it for fairly cheap. Yeah, he had the funds to spare, but it was just him. He didn’t wanna blow through all the money.

Chip had learned during his time in trailer parks to not be materialistic. Big purchases weren’t on his mind, even though he could easily afford them now. He simply didn’t care.

The area that Chip lives in is wealthy, to say the least. Even with the remnants of the $68,000, Chip’s considered lower class for the town. Which is fitting, I suppose — being a plumber and all.

Most of his work days are spent in rich people’s backyards or under their kitchen sinks. Which is why Chip anticipated the day going as any other; boring, uneventful. With him on the receiving end of backhanded compliments and side eyed glances.

He certainly didn’t anticipate you.

He’d been called to unclog a pool’s filter. The couple was in their mid fifties, and happened to own the housing complex their home sat in.

When he got in the yard, he had to remind himself not to drop his toolbox.

Because there you were — wearing what must’ve been the smallest bikini he’d ever seen, sprawled out on a lounge chair soaking in the sun.

Chip knew right then and there that he was fucked. He made a promise to himself after Liza — he wouldn’t let another pretty face get in the way of his morality. No distractions. The last time he let himself get caught up with infatuation, he was manipulated into murder and robbery. Never again.

But Jesus Christ, were you beautiful.

He found himself clearing his throat to gain your attention, managing a shy wave and an even more meek smile.

“Uhm- uhh… hi.” Chip muttered, awkwardly taking a few steps closer. To the pool; definitely not to you…

God- he’s screwed.