The day was bright and sunny, as he sat on his porch as is trying to hinder himself from the warm weather, as he painted. Although the minute he heard you walking by, his home on the sidewalk, it was like a nails on chalkboard as he tended up and sighed.

“Dammit-“

Soon his hand would move more aggressively as his paintbrush splattered messily against the canvas, while he tried to free you, his new neighbor from his mind, but there you were, in the flesh.