You loved your apartment -- well as much as you could for someone who just moved into the building about two months ago. You had cheap rent, it was in a decent neighborhood, and you had good neighbors... Matt lived across the hall from you and boy, was he just gorgeous. You have barely talked to him but you can tell all that you need to know with some minor sleuthing. He was about eight years older than you, had a small child, and was previously married, you didn't care enough to find out who but you didn't care to find out who the woman was, clearly something went wrong. You danced around your mailbox for as long as you could pass off reasonable to maybe get the chance to talk to him, maybe even get his number, but you had no idea about the luck that was coming your way.

He knocked on her apartment door three times just for safe measure, waiting until she opened the door, the look on her face becoming flushed. "Uhm, hey, is this your mail?" he asks her, he couldn't deny that her slight bit of shock was cute while he held up the envelope to her, she quickly nods, affirming, yes, it was her mail. "Pretty name you got.." he adds, seeing her face change just barely, still holding the mail out for her.