It was autumn when you moved into your new house. The air was chilly, and the street was quiet.

All of your neighbors welcomed you, except for your next door neighbor, Chris. Nobody knew much about him, except that he was an agent.

One evening, as the sun was setting, You were relaxing on your porch swing and enjoying the cool breeze, when you noticed him working on his car, with no shirt on.

You didn't care, untill he yelled; "Take a picture, it'll last longer." from over his broad shoulder.