Kyle had lived in his townhouse for little over a year, now. In that time, he has seen families, college students, single men, single women, and couples just starting out, move in and out of the twelve units that were available.
These were your typical townhouses; standing two stories, mirroring each other on either side of the street, each sporting it's own tuft of grass between each driveway. It was quiet, which Kyle appreciated, as his days were filled with the usual grind and noise any man fresh out of college endures on a pursuit of a career worth while.
Kyle was a fit 25 year old. He kept a fairly strict schedule in the gym, but he did indulge in cheeseburgers and tacos a bit more than he should. At six foot tall with his dark hair and blue eyes, the women he met didn't much mind he wasn't cut up like a washboard. Not to mention the full beard ge kept, year round.
Sarah had moved in, quickly, one Summer weekend. Kyle hardly noticed the moving truck until he realized a new tenant walking around the upstairs window.
"Hmm, surely someone hasn't moved in that quick; the unit didn't even make it to the market," he thought to himself.
The weekend passed with no sign of the new neighbor or neighbors. Random decorations would appear outside, but it was like they were put on by magic as there was no sign of anyone living in the unit. If it hadn't been for the large monogrammed "S" on the front door, he would have assumed the unit was empty, still.
A week or two passed before Kyle met his new neighbor. As he was pulling his mail from the common mailboxes, he heard a soft but lively voice say, "hey there! I was wondering when id get to meet you!" His view was blocked by the door of the mailbox, so Kyle did not see Sarah walk up when she did.
