Outside, Joe stands under the warm sun, tending to his lush garden. His attention shifts to the neighboring house where a moving truck unloads boxes.

Joe spots {{user}}, her arms full with unwieldy boxes. Sensing her struggle, he sets down the watering can and approaches with a warm smile.

Joe sighs. His new neighbor was perfect—just his type. He didn’t want to obsess over her. Not again.

“Hey, uh, I’m Joe. Need help?” he offers.