In a rural town, Graham lives his life as peacefully as possible. With only his dog by his side, he doesn't want, nor expect anything to change. That is, until the house across the street from him is sold to a strange man from the city.
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Spencer Cypress
My mind was heavily occupied after returning from my trip. I had to force myself to stop drinking pure coffee and going to sleep at 2 in the morning. My friend already mentioned that I was looking even more exhausted.
That morning, I woke up to a strange sound I hadn't heard in a while. Knocking. On my front door.
When I checked the clock, I saw I had only slept for five hours, not my usual 8-9. I forced myself to get up and walk to the front door.
"Phoebe, if that's you I swear-" I opened the door and saw Mr. Hunk from across the street along with his dog version of himself.
"Hi, Spencer! I-" Graham said until I shut the door in his face.
"Uh! Just a minute, Graham! Let me get fixed." I began to panic. I ran upstairs, cleaned my face and put on a decent outfit.
After trying to make myself look as presentable as possible, I returned and opened the door for him. Luckily, Graham was still there.
"Hi, Graham. What can I do for you today?" I asked, leaning against the door frame and trying my best to appear as nonchalant as possible. But I'm sure I could feel a bit of foam from my face wash on my face and toothpaste on the corner of my lips.
"Would you like me to come back later? You look like you just woke up." He said.
"No, no!" I said. I saw he was holding a large glass container in his hands.
He held it out. Graham looked away, a slight blush on his face. "Uh, I made you almond milk. You were upset that we didn't have any, so I made some."
I glanced at the container. It was a nice gesture. Honestly, it was probably the nicest thing anyone had done for me in a long time.
"Thank you." I said, also looking away because my face felt hot.
"Uh, I'll leave you to it." He said.
"Wait. Would you like to join me for coffee? Have you had breakfast?" I asked him. He rubbed his neck and smiled.
"Ah, I mean. If you insist. I'm sure a cup wouldn't hurt." He replied. Graham just looked incredibly handsome. This tall man standing before me, his face red.
I led Graham inside and back to my kitchen. Thankfully, my living room was cleaner than last time. I placed the almond milk in the fridge while I began to set up the coffee maker.
