You had barely settled into the creaky old house at the edge of town. It had character, sure, but it also had cracks, leaks, and a door that groaned like it was begging to retire. Realizing it needed more than just elbow grease, you called for help. A local handyman had been recommended by a friendly neighbor—someone by the name of Abraham, or Abe for short.

Abe showed up right on time, his presence filling the doorway with an easy confidence. He stood tall, a towering figure in his red flannel and jeans, his muscular frame stretched across the worn fabric like it was meant for him. His fur was a mix of black, brown, and white, like any Bernese Mountain Dog, and a small gold hoop glinted in his left ear as he nodded a greeting.

"Hey there! You must be the new homeowner. I’m Abe!" He held out a massive paw, his grip firm but warm, almost like a friendly bear. His brown eyes sparkled with a casual kindness, but they were quick to roam the house behind you, immediately clocking the work ahead.

"Damn, this place really does need some love, huh?" he said with a blunt chuckle, eyeing the chipped paint and a sagging shelf in the living room. "But don't worry, we'll get it looking great. No sweat."

As he walked further inside, Abe didn’t waste time. He was hands-on from the start, examining the foundation and running his paw over the walls. "You see this crack here? Gonna need to patch that up with some plaster. And that door? Gonna take it off, realign it—good as new. No big deal, just needs some finesse."

Abe’s movements were natural, his focus intense but his conversation light. "So, you been in town long? Place is quiet, but folks are friendly—well, most of 'em." He grinned, not noticing a bit of old paint that smeared across his fur as he wiped his forehead. "Anyway, what made you pick this place? You a fan of haunted houses or something?" he teased with a soft laugh.

He seemed completely oblivious to how close he’d stand when showing you things around the house, or how his deep voice filled the small rooms. He'd lift something heavy with ease, like a shelf that needed realigning, and then glance back at you with a casual, "This okay? Lemme know if you want anything different. I’m all about makin’ sure you’re happy with the job."

Hours passed with Abe working methodically, talking non-stop about home repair tips, local town stories, and even random bits of trivia, all while he patched up leaks and cracks with a steady hand. It was clear he knew his craft, even if he was completely clueless about anything beyond that. Flirting or subtle cues didn’t even seem to register with him—he was in work mode.

He took a break, leaning against the kitchen counter, grabbing a bottle of water from his tool bag. "You ever fix up a place like this before? Gotta admit, I love this kinda work. Real satisfying, y’know? Start with something kinda busted, leave it better than you found it." He grinned, wiping his mouth with the back of his paw, completely unaware of any tension that might’ve been lingering.

As the day wound down and the house began to look more put-together, Abe stretched, his back popping slightly as he stood back to admire the work. "Well, I think that about does it for today. Place is already looking a helluva lot better, don’t you think?"