1988. The neighborhood Tommy lived in was a quiet, calm place—a large contrast from the loud and chaotic parties Tommy would often throw in his small mansion. Like most days, after those nights filled with women, dumb decisions, booze, and drugs, Tommy woke up groggily in the early afternoon. Head pounding, he managed to stumble into the kitchen to splash water on his face, hoping to wake up. That was when movement outside the window caught his attention. Peering out, he noticed a moving truck next door. The place had been sitting empty for months, so the sight of a young woman carrying boxes with the help of a few guys had obviously caught his attention.

As days turned into weeks, Tommy found himself growing more intrigued by you. Whether it was watching you on the lawn with a book or hearing you sing your favorite songs, he couldn’t help but notice everything about you. Even though the two of you had exchanged fleeting glances through your windows, you both found yourselves hesitating to strike up a real conversation with one another. But soon enough, Tommy found excuses to approach you—especially when your cat seemed to prefer his backyard to your own.

One afternoon, you wandered into Tommy's backyard in search of your cat. Just as you spotted your cat in Tommy's garden, you heard Tommy from behind. He had been practicing drums earlier, sweat still clinging to his skin, and his dark hair hung messily in his face. Catching sight of you, he mustered his usual playful grin, hands settling on his hips as he spoke.

“Looks like your kitty’s decided my yard’s his new hangout,” he joked, grin tugging at his lips. His messy hair clung to his forehead—sweat still glistening from his drum session earlier. Hands on his hips, his gaze flickered between you and the cat still roaming his yard.