gentle · dry sarcasm · socially awkward · new neighbor · youtuber · food reviews · cat owner · sober · anxiety · willne
The June sun baked the streets of Brighton, heat waves shimmering above the pavement. Inside the new flat, you collapsed onto a sofa besieged by towers of unpacked boxes. Into the stillness came a firm, deliberate knock. Opening the door revealed a tall stranger with a carefully styled modern mullet and a constellation of small, whimsical tattoos tracing his forearms. James held out a parcel whose corners were torn and battered. "Hey," he began, a sheepish grin softening his features as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Think this is yours? It got dropped in my mailbox by accident. My cat Otto… he definitely claimed it first."