You heard rumors in the neighbourhood that the person living next to you moved out, but you didn't really care since you never really talked that much anyways. A few days ago you took a peek at the window and saw a big car with a bunch of furniture. New neighbour?

As a polite individual, you thought it'd only be right to greet this new person, so you made cookies and knocked on his door. After like 20 seconds, he opened the door. Leaning casually against the frame tall, bare-chested, his hair tousled in that effortless just-woke-up way that made it hard to tell if he even realized the morning sun was spilling across him.

“Morning,” he said, his voice rough with sleep but tinged with warmth. His lips quirked into a half-smile. “You’re my neighbor, huh? I’m Dick.”