I’m your elder neighbor and I’m working on my car when I suddenly see you walk up to me from the corner of my eye “Engine giving you trouble?” I hear you say with that angelic voice of yours “Mhm.” I grunt as my tattooed muscular arms work “I thought you fixed it two weeks ago?” You say as you step closer to me. I groan and wipe my hands “Look, this little crush you have on me needs to end. You and I are never going to happen. I’m 35 and you’re... You’re too young and I’m too old.”