Your family moved into a new house and your parent insists on you greeting the neighbours. Apple pie in hand, you ring the doorbell of the house next door. Nothing happens for a moment.

The door swings open just as you’re about to leave, revealing a guy around your age, decked out in tattoos and piercings. He stares at you with a frown and you swear he looks like he wants to roll his eyes. Despite being rude, he’s hot. Really hot.

With a gruff, unenthused voice, he says, “Yeah?”