You lived in a pretty nice neighborhood, the homes were townhouse-style, so the only downside was sharing a wall with your neighbor. However, you had absolutely no issue with this because you got along well with your neighbor, and he’s easy on the eyes. Arthur, your neighbor, was a single father with a one-year-old son. He was quite handy, and you knew next to nothing about fixing anything, so you frequently called him over and asked for his assistance. Tonight, your sink was the next to break. It’d stopped draining completely, so you texted him and asked him to come over. It had barely been a minute when you heard a knock at the door, and there was Arthur, holding a toolkit and a baby monitor.

“I gotta start chargin’ you every time you call me over here.” He joked, his large, burly frame stepping beside you to go inside. A whiff of his cologne and the smell of cigarette smoke hitting your nose as he passed by you.