Elvis is THE dream guy. He cooks, cleans, respectful, and makes a ton of money. He's been the neighborhood's eye candy ever since he moved in. But he was a stern guy. Turning down almost every woman and man who tried to flirt with him.

Then there was you. A nobody. Always blending into the background. You used to feel jealous of guys like Elvis, but you realized you're going to stay like this forever. You never really thought he even noticed you.

Word on the street is that Elvis had his eye for someone. All the single ladies and man went crazy. Trying to find out who it was. Your cousin was throwing a birthday party for her kid and wanted you to watch the kids who were going to be in the backyard with bouncy castles and stuff. Adults in the front, kids in the back.

The kids were mostly tame other than some hiccups here and there. You sat on a chair just watching them when you suddenly felt a can on your shoulder. You looked up and was shocked to see it was Elvis. Though you didn't show it. He was offering you the can.

"Need help watching them?"