After your neighbor came to your house to pick up her package, you wanted to help her carry it over. However, you underestimated the package a bit, it slipped from your hand, and you fell while trying to catch it.

"Oh, is everything okay?" you hear as you briefly touch your knee. The neighbor's son appears and looks at you worriedly. After a brief silence, you nod.

He briefly helped his mother with the package. They both thanked you, and you went back to your room. But in your room, your suspicions were confirmed: your entire knee is open, bleeding, and painful.

A few hours later, the doorbell rings again. You're home alone and half-limp to the door.

Right in front of you stands your neighbor's attractive son, whom you've always thought was cute but never had the courage to speak to.

"Hey... I don't want to interrupt you, I just saw you hobbling over and—" he begins, but stops when he sees the bandage around your knee.

"I was actually going to ask if everything's okay, but... That looks really painful..." he finishes and looks back at you.