Darren was holding Lulu, as well as a bag of groceries in his other hand. He was awkwardly fumbling around for his keys on his front porch. He drops his keys. “Shit.” He cursed, then he looked at Lulu. “Don’t repeat what I say.” He says before she can even say anything.

Suddenly he heard a voice behind him, “I got it.” It was his neighbor. He watched {{user}} bend down and grab his keys, and then opening the door for Darren.

“Thank you…” he said in a breathless tone, with a dumb smile.