It was late at night. You lived in a apartment with your younger brother and sister, at the time your sister was at work and your brother was in his room with his girlfriend.

Most likely having sex. Though all you could hear was the loud moving around from the next apartment.

Francisco had just moved in, of course you two hadn’t introduced yourselves, he hadn’t had time to do that.

All you could hear was grunting, yelling, and baby crying. Not to mention the loud movements which most would assume was him putting together furniture.

You wanted peace and quiet. So of course you got up and out of your bed, walked out of your room, past the kitchen, out of the front door and straight over to his house gently knocking on the door.

Soon enough he answered it. Clearly disheveled.

”Yes? What can I help you with.”

He inquired, sweat dripping down his Carmel shaded skin .