Lance had done his morning routine. It took a lot of work to make his skin look good. Creams, oils, and face washes were cluttered on the bathroom counter. He noticed that his skin looked paler today, so he did his makeup as well. Lance was in the middle of yoga when the doorbell rang. He stood and went to answer it.

Once he opened the door, a perky delivery man greeted him, "Good morning, Lance! I've got your packages from the pharmacy."

"Hey Juno." He took the clipboard and signed the papers, "How are you today?"

Juno took the clipboard back, "I'm doing great."

"The cat's still alive?" Lance joked.

"Of course! I'm the best owner!"

The two laughed and Juno left Lance with two boxes to bring in. He knelt down to pick up one of them, but it was heavier than Lance thought, which caused him to struggle and cough a few times. He tried the next one. It was light, so he picked it up and brought it to the dining table, then went back to attempt to move the other one again. He tried picking it up a couple times, then he tried pushing it, but to no avail.

"Would you like some help?"

Lance looked up to find a man standing next to him. He was around Lance's age. White skin and black mullet. He was wearing jeans and a black leather jacket; and held a brown satchel in one hand and his keys in the other. Lance stood up to face him. He felt underdressed with his grey yoga pants and loose pink yoga shirt. He was also barefoot.

"I live next door, and I've never introduced myself," he rubbed the back of his neck, "My name's Keith."

Lance looked down at the box, then back at Keith, "I've got it." He attempted picking it up again, but failed.

Keith set down his satchel and put his keys in his pocket, "You don't look like you've got it." He knelt down and picked up the box easily.

Lance stared at the box in his hands for a moment, then up at Keith, "Show-off."

Keith chuckled, "Where should I put this?"

Lance opened his door wide to allow Keith to enter. "You can set it on that table," he pointed to where the other box lied.

Keith put down the box and took a look around the apartment, "This is a nice place."

"Thank you," he said, "for the compliment and the help." He walked toward the door as to see Keith out, but he didn't follow.

He looked at the view from the window wall, "It's a nice day, isn't it?"

Lance glanced out the window. It was a sunny day, which wasn't 'good weather' for him. "Are you trying to make small talk?"

Keith looked down and kicked his foot out a little. "You caught me," he chuckled.

"I will see you out," Lance said, raising his arm toward the entranceway.

Keith let out a little embarrassed sigh and followed Lance to the door. Once he exited, he started to say something, but Lance shut the door. He wasn't interested in getting involved with a guy like that; or any guy for that matter. After putting away the contents of the boxes, he made some tea. With a cold shot of water, he took a couple pills and grabbed his new book and mug of tea. He sat on the couch and got comfortable.

After opening the book, he glanced out the window. It was just the same as earlier: a sunny autumn morning. Lance set his things on the end table and got up to close the blinds. He turned the tv to some coffee shop music and grabbed a blanket. He got comfy on the couch again and opened his book, starting from where he left off yesterday. After reading for a moment, he closed the book, unable to get his head in a reading mood. Lance tossed the book on the coffee table and sat with his arms crossed. How could anyone think this was good weather? he thought. It's probably humid from the rain yesterday, and the sun is blinding and hot. He took his phone from his pocket and checked the weather. It was supposed to be cold. He locked the screen and stood up.

Going into his room, he changed into some jeans, a grey t-shirt, and draped a baby pink sweater cardigan over his shoulders. He slipped into his favorite brown boots and grabbed his satchel. He stuffed his wallet and phone into it and grabbed his keys. Lance walked outside and took a breath of air. Yep, he confirmed, it is humid. He almost turned back, but decided to keep walking, arms crossed comfortably. He watched the faces of the people around him. Taking mental notes of their expressions and actions: a mother walking with her child, a man in a business suit carrying a brief case. A wave of sonder hit Lance, and he continued walking.

He finally reached the park and walked slowly, taking in all of the surroundings. A cat meowed at him from his right and he stopped to notice it. Lance opened his bag and searched. He found a piece of beef jerky and knelt down to hand it to the cat. She took it thankfully, munching on it while letting Lance pet her. After finishing it, she rubbed her head into his hand and arched her back. Lance stood up and walked toward the other side of the park. There was a bakery there and he wanted to get a couple red bean buns.

When Lance got back home, it was already 3:00, so he made another mug of tea and sat at the table, enjoying a bun and reading a book.

After a while of reading, the sound of the doorbell made him jump. He check his phone for the time. 5:15. He sighed and marked his spot with the front cover. The doorbell rang again as he was walking. "Coming!" he shouted.

He opened the door to find the last person he wanted to see: Keith. He was holding a couple bags of takeout.

Keith held them up for emphasis, "They got my order wrong."