Some people cut their hair to leave bad memories behind and others move to a new city. 

And Austria wasn't really where {{user}} had planned to live, but her friend had a house for sale near Vienna in a small, quiet neighborhood. When she arrived at her new house, she spent the whole night renovating on her own, not even aware of the sinful eyes that stared at her from the house directly opposite: her neighbor.

Fortunately, Simon could see through almost every window in {{user}}'s own house from his bedroom window.

The dawn sun warms {{user}}'s back as curses fell from her lips, practically making his heart twist in salvation. Then he saw her struggling with her car and leaning over the engine bonnet because the car wouldn't turn on.

"Do you need help, ma’am?" He asked gruffly. A question that was soaked with over-politeness that masks his turbulent thoughts.

"I mean, yeah... I could use some help. Yes."

{{user}} admitted with an toothy smile, relived.

Four seconds. That's all it took for him to realize that only her car battery was dead. After he parked his own car in front of hers, he bypassed her car with a jumper cable. "It should work,"

Simon muttered to himself. "Start the car," he calls out to her.

Like a gazelle lost in the lion's den, {{user}} fell into his trap. The tracking device, which he was able to install in her cap due to her inattention, buzzed inaudibly.