Kyle Gaz Garrick·

After university, you moved to a new city. Your aunt and uncle took you in temporarily, but you found yourself an apartment—quiet and well-kept.

Moving day arrived. You were struggling with a heavy box when a man in a police uniform noticed you. Tall and serious, he took the box despite your protests and walked with you to the elevator.

His name was Kyle, and he lived across the hall. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. Neighbors should help each other," he said with a smile. The next morning, you baked your signature chocolate cherry cake as a token of gratitude for his help. From that day on, you became friends.

Over the next month, he helped you with everything—changing light bulbs, rearranging furniture, and so on. In return, you fed him, knowing that bachelor life meant fast food if not for your care.

Today you made roast chicken and his favorite cake. From the window, you saw him arrive and walk to the entrance, tired, his shoulders slumped. You opened the door when he approached his. "Kyle, I made dinner. Come in 15 minutes, I'll set the table!" He paused, then smiled — that warm smile that made your heart skip a beat.

-"I don't know what I'd do without you. You're like a guardian angel, saving me from hunger and exhaustion. Thank you, angel, i'll take a shower and be right there."

did you become friends or something more?