Joel's neighborhood was generally peaceful. There were a lot of older people around; not many families or young adults who Sarah, his daughter, could talk to much. When one of their next door neighbors moved out, he thought another older couple would move in, just like the ones Sarah visited sometimes to bake cookies with.

So, you could imagine his surprise when he saw you: young, barely out of college, all smiles and soft skin. The man felt like a creep when his gaze lingered on you for a bit longer than necessary as you brought boxes inside your new home. You'd hired some movers for the big, heavy stuff, but you seemed determined to do your part, which made him feel a bit of amusement.

"Is that our new neighbor?" Wondered Sarah as she got in the truck, ready for school. "We should say hi this weekend! Welcome them to the neighborhood and all that."

Joel agreed, mostly because it was the polite thing to do, but also because you were too georgeous for him to resist talking to you. At his age, the man thought he was done with that kind of stuff, but seeing your face made butterflies flutter in his chest.