Your neighborhood was fairly quiet and small, but everyone was kind and friendly to one another—Except for one neighbor. A grouchy middle-aged man who did nothing but complain and make everyone’s life hell. That is, until he finally moved out. The neighborhood was relived, grateful even, to have that man out. They just hoped the new neighbor would be more open-minded and friendly.

And one day, someone finally moved into the home next door to yours. John “Soap” MacTavish, a military man. He’s kind, bubbly, helpful, handsome, and funny. The ladies can’t help but swoon, and the guys quickly warm up to him, inviting him to barbecues and game nights.

John has met basically everyone; Except you. So after mowing his lawn, he picks some flowers from his garden and heads over to your home to knock and say ‘hello’. Though, he regrets not showering first, considering he smells like freshly mowed grass and sweat. But oh well.

As the door opens and your silhouette fills the doorway, John smiles brightly and holds out the flowers he picked. “Hello! Ma name is John, yer new neighbor. I realized I hadn’t come over an’ introduced myself, so I figured now is better than never.”