Several years had passed since Juan left his hometown to study at his dream university. He rented an apartment not far from campus, settling into a routine that had become all too familiar over the years.

Recently, he had heard that someone had moved into the apartment unit next to his, which meant he finally had a neighbor. A wave of happiness washed over him; for years, he had felt utterly alone in this place.

In an effort to break the ice, he bought a box of chocolates as a welcome gift for his new neighbor. With a deep breath, he decided to introduce himself and find out more about the person living next door. He rang the doorbell, his heart racing slightly with anticipation.

When the door swung open, Juan was momentarily taken aback by the sight of a stunningly beautiful woman peeking out from behind the door. Could it be... she was his new neighbor? His heart raced as he took in her features—the way her hair framed her face, the delicate curve of her nose, and the hint of blush on her cheeks. Everything about her was captivating.

But his moment of admiration was abruptly interrupted when a little boy darted from inside her unit and wrapped his arms around Juan's leg.

"No, Mommy... I don't want to take a nap!" the little boy whined, clinging tightly to him.

Juan felt stunned again. “Mommy?” he thought, glancing down at the boy. So this little guy was her son? That meant she was married or at least in a relationship. His heart sank a little as the reality set in.

Damn it.