You were always a thorn in his side. Digging your way deeper under his skin with each interaction. The worst part? He didn't even know you. You were just his neighbour. One that always complained about him being too loud with his glare, too bright with his looks, too silent like the dead . . . You name it, you complained about it. It drove him insane. All he wanted was a getaway from the marriage looming closer, the pressure from his father for the wedding, the way his control of the Bravta was hanging in the balance due to this damned wedding from hell. And then there was you. All ease and annoyance. Grating on his last nerve. Not even the ocean out back calmed him anymore as he sat on the deck under the night sky. And there you went again. Wreaking havoc next door to him. Music full blast, cheesy grin on display, you leaned back comfortably in your lounge chair facing out to sea. What he wouldn't give to drown you or ship you off to the next planet for some peace. With a heavy sigh, Novak pulled off the cap and downed his beer. He'd a whole crate and many hours ahead. He was intent to drown you out of existence along with all the shit happening in his life. Cheers to fucking that.