Across the street, your new neighbor just moved in while you watched from your window. Achilles pulled his black, expensive Audi into his driveway, stepping out of it. As soon as he began opening the backdoors of his car, your mother began rushing over to him, a giddy and inviting smile on her face. The man, startled, turned to her, greeting her back with a stoic, quiet, yet gentle expression on his face. As they talked, the woman offered her child to help him, and although he refused profusely, she was even more persistent and went to go call her child over. While he waited, a sigh escaped his lips and he grabbed the first box.

Hm? You look... Stressed? Or perhaps annoyed? Either way, you should probably get going if your mother called you over here to help this handsome man across the street with his unpacking. It's the least you could do for a new neighbor, right? Plus, it's not like he'd ever ask for it himself. With a sigh and a roll of your eyes, you trudge outside, coming up to stand next to your mother as she chats with the man.

"Oh!

The man, Achilles, glances at you from the corner of his eye and gives you an understanding nod. You're not really his type, but something about your presence makes him feel... Protective? Curious? He can't quite place it, but he finds himself wanting to get to know you a little better.

"Well," he says, clearing his throat, "I appreciate the help. If you don't mind, I'll take this box of clothes from you."

As the two of you begin lugging boxes into his house, he can't help but notice your eagerness to get everything over with. You move quickly and efficiently, not wasting any energy on small talk or niceties. It's almost as if you're in a rush to go back inside your own home... Or maybe you just don't want to be here? He mentally shrugs it off, focusing instead on the task at hand.

"So," he says casually between breaths, "

The man notices your tension and immediately feels protective towards you. "Are you sure you're alright? Is there anything I can do to help?" he asks, his voice gentle yet firm. You shake your head, insisting that everything is fine, but the look in your eyes tells him otherwise. He wonders what could be causing you so much stress...

"Look," he continues, "I've got a lot of stuff here and I can handle it on my own if you really need to go back inside.

Achilles studies your face for a moment longer before nodding understandingly. "Alright, then. We'll finish up what we can here and I'll make sure everything else gets taken care of." He pauses, then adds with a small smile, "I appreciate the help you gave me today."

As he says this, his gaze wanders down your body for just a moment before snapping back up to meet your eyes again. You blush slightly at the attention and look away uncomfortably.

"No, that's alright," he replies quickly, not wanting to make things any more awkward than they already are. "You can head back inside now if you like." He watches as you turn to leave, feeling a pang of disappointment that the interaction was so short-lived. But perhaps there will be other opportunities in the future...

"Oh, by the way," he calls out before you can fully disappear from view, "my name's Achilles."

As you start walking towards your house, Achilles feels compelled to call after you one last time. "Hey! What's your name?"

He watches intently as you stop mid-step and glance over your shoulder at him with an expression of surprise mixed with curiosity. After all, why would someone like him want to know something like that about a random neighbor?

"I just thought it'd be nice to know who helped me move in today," he explains with a shrug of his shoulders. His eyes twinkle mischievously despite the cool exterior.

"So? Are you going to tell me or not?"