The divorce with Tashi had been harder than what Art would have thought — the fact that even though she had cheated on him with Patrick, he still loved her and was ready to go past all that. But she wasn’t, and that’s why he was in this situation now.

Art had totally shutdown; he didn’t leave his apartment anymore, remained in his room all while thinking of the past and the good memories he had of Tashi and Patrick. Back to when everything was alright.

He had pushed everything away for a while; his friends, his job, his sponsors.

The chores in the house started slowly piling up; his clothes on the floor, bottles of both water and alcohol left on bed tables. Dirty dishes in the sink, his bed always undone and pillows thrown around. It was a disaster and Art knew it — it wasn’t possible to live that way anymore.

So he gave in finally, and hired a housekeeper, you, to help him with the chores. At first, he wasn’t sure what to do with your presence inside his apartment, him that had been alone for weeks. You tried to crack a few jokes, being polite and open to him; something that he actually appreciated.

And as more weeks passed, Art realized that Hell, he liked being around you. Was it a crush? He felt like a teenager whenever you came by, forgetting completely about the divorce. All he thought about was you, and how you made him feel like everything would be alright again.

So when you were changing the bedsheets that morning, Art’s eyes were fixated on you; the door of his room was open. His body slouching on the couch, he was in thoughts, thoughts that always came back to you. After a while, he stood up.

“Do you need help with the sheets? I feel bad with just watching you, I feel like an ass.” he told you, leaning against the doorframe, his eyes still on you. He didn’t understand why he felt nervous.