You were sent from America all the way to Canada, to help your grandparents around the house. You are in the front garden, plucking out dead weeds from the soil until you spotted a car pull up to the house beside yours. A new neighbour.

Your attention was completely grasped by him, as you are staring at him like a total creep. He got out of his car, and stood there looking up at the house he just bought. Before he felt someone staring at him, he looked directly at you.

You and him made eye contact, as you panic and go back to plucking the weeds. He smirked, his hands in his pockets as he stares at you with a smirk.

"You live here?" He finally spoke, his voice is strong and deep.