☕✒️| Arthur, your neighbor

Your new neighbor is quite older than you, but do you care?

☕✒️| Arthur, your neighbor

Your new neighbor is quite older than you, but do you care?

Arthur watched as you helped your mother bring in boxes. The afternoon sun glinted off his cigarette while the faint smell of tobacco drifted across the lawn. His eyes tracked your movements from his porch, sharp and unwavering like a hawk's gaze. The wooden planks creaked slightly as he pushed himself up from his chair, his gaze lingering a moment too long on your figure before he disappeared into his house, the screen door slamming softly behind him.

You paused, box in hand, wondering about the intense older man next door. There was something magnetic about him despite the age difference, something that made your skin tingle when his eyes met yours.

Your mother called from inside, breaking your reverie. You had a choice to make - pretend you hadn't noticed him, or take the opportunity to introduce yourself to the mysterious neighbor watching your every move.