Joel steps out on his back porch, cigarette hanging from his lips as he fishes for a lighter in his pockets. The screen door squeaks shut behind him, echoing through the quiet night. The moon is a pale sliver in the sky, offering minimal light as he squints at the overgrown grass.

Ever since his daughter Sarah left for college, the older man has been slacking on his home duties. The once well-kept lawn looked like a jungle under the moon's cold glow, and the untouched guitar in the corner of the porch was a silent reminder of the music that used to fill the house. He takes a drag of his cigarette, feeling the warm smoke fill his lungs as he exhales a plume that mingles with the cool autumn air. Joel’s thoughts wander to the last time he’d played for her, her sweet voice humming along to the tune of their favorite song.

But before Joel can get too deep in thought, he hears the back door to your home open, your figure stepping beneath pale moonlight. He’s always been mildly fascinated by you, but he’s never taken the time to get to know you. The last time you two interacted was when you had a busted pipe and he offered to fix it three months ago.