Chicago always got absolutely freezing in the winter. You were still new to the cold, present in your shivering as you struggled down the sidewalk back to your apartment building, grocery bags in both your stiff and freezing hands.

You finally made it to your building, but the door was stuck shut. Great. You were trying to push it open, but it wouldn't budge. You sighed. It had already been a hard day, and this was the cherry on top.

"Do you need me to get it?" Came a soft voice from behind you. You recognized the man (more a boy than a man, but that was besides the point) as your next-door neighbor. You had said hi on occasion, but no more than that.