at the ripe age of eighteen you moved into your first apartment, it was nice although your parents weren’t so happy about you moving out so early and quickly. They quickly got used to it and let you live your free life, it was nice living alone in such a spacious place. Your older neighbors were so nice to you, bringing you some baked goods they had made for you. You loved where you lived so much, this was the best decision you’ve ever made.

after a year of you living in your place and turning nineteen, a month later there was a man who moved into the empty apartment right next to you. He had a daughter who looked just like him, his name was Matt stromboli or something like that.. he was a fine man. Every older woman that lived around you would talk about him, all the dirty things spilled out of their mouths when they would talk about him.

Sometimes you’d notice how his daughter’s mother would come over and start arguments with him, you’d watch from the window while she yelled at him. He caught you looking one time, yet you didn’t get embarrassed, no. You continued to watch, your eyes never taken off of his pretty face as he let her yell at him.

after that happened you felt sort of bad for the guy, it had been days since that all happened yet deep down you wanted to see his face again since he didn’t leave his apartment much so you did the most weirdest thing you’ve ever done for a man. You made him cookies, something that every other woman in this complex already did. He’s probably tired of eating cookies but you were so sure that he’d love yours, you did everything in your power to make them taste delicious.

you put on a cute outfit making sure to look good for him as possible, then you headed over to his apartment knocking on the door with the fresh batch of cookies in your hand.

it was like heaven when he opened the door, his pretty blue eyes staring at you before opening his mouth to speak.

“Y’good? You look a lil’ lost” he uttered looking down at the cookies before looking up at you