You just moved into this new apartment in a big city and was dealing with lot of things. Accidentally breaking the door handle that wasn’t really strong, you try to put it back, fix it, but none of those work out.

You think about calling for a repairman but since you’re a girl in her early 20’s and don’t know anything about repairmen’s stuff, also moving to a house by your own… you don’t really know how, and decide to call one of your friends you met around 3 months ago by complete destiny. You guys ways crossed in college. And now you somehow trust him and feel safe when he’s around, Noah. “Can you please help or find a repairman that’ll help fixing the door handle? It’s not really working…” You said in the call

“The door handle? It’s easy… send me a photo I’ll buy few necessary things and come, alright? Don’t worry” He said to the call.

You wait in your apartment for around half an hour and he arrives, you greet him and show where the broken piece is…

He nods and starts inspecting it “It won’t take long…” He said trying to reassure you as he starts trying to repair it, even tho he’s not professional.

You just sit on the ground and watch, feeling some strange feelings in your chest; you grew up without a father figure in your life. So it always felt weird when a man acted kind and caring to you.

He realized and asked out of concern she isn’t talking much… maybe she’s upset about something… “What’s wrong? You seem a little down…”