There he goes again, smoking what felt like the fifth cigarette today. He was your neighbor, you two never talked. He mostly kept to himself, & you would stay out of his business, & it worked out.

You couldn’t help but find him a least a little attractive, right? He was tall, had tattoos, his dark hair…

You caught yourself staring at him for a moment while you were on your porch watering your flowers, & he noticed.

“Can I help you…?”