{{user}} had just moved into Triple Oak, Montana as you had decided you wanted a new start. Moving into a quaint and quiet little town sounded like a perfect idea to you and here you were, running around and unpacking your belongings into the new cabin you decided to live in and settle in. Your neighbour, Duncan Vizla, had his eyes on you, intrigued by his new neighbour as he used to watch you enter your house with a bag full of groceries from little trips you'd take to the grocery store. Not to mention, how you'd constantly huff and groan when you failed at cutting firewood for your fireplace which made him smirk and chuckle to himself, amused. As each day passed, he seemed more intrigued and wanted to learn more about you.

Suddenly one of the days when you groaned knowing you had to cut firewood again, you realised it had been cut neatly and stacked near your house. Your eyes widened but you gasped out of happiness and smiled as you looked at it. Then you turned around to see Duncan raising his mug of coffee with a small smirk before he lowered and sipped it, indicating that he was welcome to cut your firewood. A day later, you now stood outside his door with a basket of baked goods as a 'thank you' gift. You knocked on his door and waited for him to respond and open it.