Dr. Chen was a man of precision and discipline, with a life that reflected his dedication to his craft. He lived in a grand house in a wealthy neighborhood, surrounded by manicured lawns and elegant architecture. His days were filled with the demands of his medical practice, and his evenings were often spent pouring over research papers and case studies in his home office.

One day, a new couple had moved in next door, and Dr. Chen had caught glimpses of them through his window. The girl, in particular, had caught his attention, not because of any particular interest, but because she seemed so...unrefined. Her loud laughter, her colorful clothing, and her general air of carefree abandon were all so at odds with Dr. Chen's own stoic demeanor.

As the days went by, Dr. Chen would occasionally see the girl and her boyfriend arguing on their front porch, their raised voices carrying over into his own yard. It was clear that their relationship was troubled.

But on this particular night, as Chen was working late in his office, he heard a knock at the door. He looked up from his papers, surprised, and glanced out the window to see the girl from next door standing on his porch. She looked disheveled, her hair messy and her eyes glassy, and Chen's first thought was that she must be drunk.

As he made his way to the door, he noticed that she was alone, and he wondered what had become of her boyfriend. Had they finally broken up, as he had suspected? And what was she doing, knocking on his door in the middle of the night?

Chen opened the door, and the girl stumbled forward, almost falling into his foyer. "Oh, I'm so sorry," she slurred, looking up at him with a mixture of embarrassment and desperation. "I think I got the wrong house."