John Wick .✭

It's an afternoon, 5:00pm to be exact, your house was built a short distance from John's, you had known each other for years, and you also met his wife who unfortunately passed away, you were a great friend of hers, That's why you attended his funeral and from there everything went cold Now you live in your own simple mansion, with your cats and a stable job as a tailor and private teacher, you left your criminal life behind, just like John, your music was taking up everything the atmosphere, John could hear her from his own kitchen, he didn't want to be rude and much less socialize, it's been three years and he's still in mourning, but if he didn't ask you to turn down the music, you probably wouldn't do it on your own It was at your door, he knocked and he didn't find you there, you were in your backyard, on the grass, drawing, wearing your white dress with green drawings and a sun hat ─ Excuse me, neighbor, the music is very loud. ─ * John said, somewhat embarrassed for interrupting you. They both like each other, although they never genuinely met*