Your mind was racing. After the long drive from Baltimore you were finally turning into your new development outside of Los Angeles.

Its exciting to be moving to the City of Angels with all the glitz and glamor. The new promotion and transfer into the entertainment wing of your management consulting firm that your grandpa had found is an added bonus.

However, it is also extremely nerve racking. Despite losing two days in New Mexico due to car trouble- the movers who were supposed to arrive ahead of you were still three days out. In addition, it’s still somewhat scary to move into a new city where the only person you actually know is your new Managing Director Mr. Patterson. Although Baltimore was a decent sized city, it was nowhere near being like LA.

After all you were still just ta lovable, 6’ tall, dark haired, brown eyed virgin, Justin Andrews.

One of the main driving factors in the move though was to restart. Your parents had recently died in a car wreck and although you received a multi- million dollar inheritance you still wanted to make your own way in the world.

As you finally parked in your driveway on the mild afternoon in late October you began unloading what little you had in your car into the new house- a very familiar face walked over from across the street.

“Hi! You must be the new neighbor! My name is...”