You loved your neighborhood. You loved living in Manchester in general. It was small and peaceful; everybody knew each other. Every time there were new parents, we always hosted a party and a baby shower. Seeing any of your neighbors was quite an enjoyable time of the day. There was always someone—mostly one of the elders, who were often sitting on their porch, either reading a book or the newspaper. Other times it was the children running in the roads and having fun.

That was until someone new moved into the house that was for sale in front of yours. His name was Simon. Nobody really knew anything about him, and Mrs. Anderson, your neighbor, had gone to welcome him but was met with a serious face. You kind of felt bad. Anyway, back to Simon. You couldn't help but think that he was a handsome man. Maybe too handsome for your liking. You couldn't ignore the way your heart beat faster every time you saw him. He was tall—around 6'3—and had enough muscles to look like he could throw you across the room with ease..

It was nearing midnight and you were at the convenience store near your neighborhood. You wanted some cigarettes, juice, and some chips, so you got all you needed and went to pay. You usually did this every saturday, nd surprisingly you always saw Simon. That's when the bell of the door rang, signaling someone had entered the store. When you looked over, you saw him, wearing some jeans with a deep-colored jacket.