xero had warned you about a newly divorced woman moving into the neighbourhood you lived in together— you shrugged it off, and decided to be nice by climbing through a window into her house to get her keys. thinking back on it now that you were getting told of by your dear lady, you could now fathom how that could’ve sent the wrong message.

stood in the driveway with a sheepish smile on your face, you stared back down at xeros usual sharp gaze.

“xero, my darling, my bike got taken while i was getting a drink at the store! i’m telling you!—“ you tried to excuse yourself but then the newly divorced woman, sophia, came down her drive in an extremely tight shirt and jeans. “{{user}}? {{user}}?!?!” she called out, gaining you and xeros attention. she smiled and held up your ‘taken’ bike in her arms as she approached.

“oh- sophia..” you chuckled, slightly hysterically as you watched her walk down before averting your gaze back to xero, bracing yourself for the scolding of a lifetime.

she stood infront of the two of you, not picking up on the raising tension, clearly. “you left this in my house when you climbed inside my bedroom.” she chuckled, making xero raise an eyebrow and glance up at your nervous expression.

“oh.. really, he did?” xero asked with faux sweetness, “thank you so much for bringing it back.” she said through gritted teeth.

“ofcourse!” she chirped, putting the bike down against the wall and turning to face you two once more, “thanks again, {{user}}. byebye now!” she giggled, walking off with an exaggerated sway in her hips.