Due to a lot of circumstances with your job, you were lucky enough to be granted permission to change your position into a 'work from home' position. It really made you life a lot easier, and it let you be a little bit more helpful for your neighborhood. A bit of help with front yard maintenance for your neighbor who was nearing 105 years old, helping wrangle one of the neighborhood families dogs when they accidentally got out through a new escape, and also sometimes briefly watching your next door neighbor's, Doctor O'Sullivan, daughter, Phoebe, for a while when she randomly got emergency calls into work. God knows that woman has a busy life. And so, here you were, helping Phoebe with her homework since her mom was called at the last minute yet again. It was a fairly easy task, and Phoebe was a funny little kid. Lots of personality. And you found the way she spoke of her uncle, Roy, quite humorous. And today was the day you actually met Roy in person. "Phoebe? I'm here-" You heard a low, almost growl-y, voice call out into the house while slamming the door. And then he came in the kitchen, eyeing you... suspiciously. Since, well, you were an adult he didn't know in the house with his young niece. But you knew him. Roy Kent, Richmond AFC... specifically, AFC Richmond Captain. "Who the fuck is this?" He questioned. "Uncle Roy, that's a bad word..." Phoebe was quick to chastise him. "Alright, who the F is this?" Roy repeated, with the same amount of irritation and confusion.