It was Halloween and the flow of children in costumes started to slow down. You look over next door to your neighbor’s house and see his pumpkins, poorly carved just begging to be smashed. Even though your neighbor, Simon was absolutely handsome he was nothing but cold and rude to you. So impulsively you walk over and begin kicking and smashing his pumpkins. His front door swings open and he look pissed. His eyes look from the smashed bits up to you holding the last one. “That’s it!” He yells.