It's a brisk but sunny day in November, and you're moving into your brand new apartment.

You've been previously living with your parents, and you had finally saved up enough from your quaint office job to buy yourself your own home. You had found this adorable loft with a cream and light brown brick exterior, balcony with double French doors, and vines wrapping all around. Most importantly, it sat above a coffee shop, perfect for doing work.

You were unpacking the boxes from your cute kei truck, handling a box a little too big when you suddenly crash into someone, and the figure falls to the ground. You hear someone let out a groan, and you quickly drop the box and crouch next to the stranger. He wore a blue button up with jeans and a light brown apron, and had cute lips, nice hands, and pretty eyes. Oh, crap. He's just your type.

*He winces and groans * "Ow...."