The New Guy - Episode 1
by Chris Marie Green
There’s a note on my door.
Hi, Hazel,
A package of yours was delivered to my place.
Stop by whenever you want to grab it.
Felix, the new guy in 21B.
555-8392
The new guy in 21B??
My pulse quickens as I go inside and text my roommate Susana.
I know you’re working, but I had to tell you ASAP.
I got a note from the new guy in 21B!
The mystery man who just moved in?
Yup 😮
His name is Felix.
A package of mine was delivered to his apartment.
OMG, everyone is dying to know about him!
This is very exciting Miss Hazel 😏
Maybe you can even write an article about meeting enigmatic men who live in the same building 🤩
I haven’t been able to come up with ANY ideas for the singleton lifestyles e-magazine I work for…
I was starting to think there’s nothing new to say about being a single girl in the city.
But maybe this is the idea I’ve been looking for!
You’d better report your findings.
👍
Ever since the new guy moved in…
I’ve been imagining what he’s like.
All anyone really knows is that he seems to enjoy keeping to himself.
I grab my phone to text him, but stop short as I realize something.
The package he got…
It must be the books I ordered.
Books with titles like “Adventurous Sex” and “The Pleasure Map.”
What if the new guy accidentally opened it up?
Yikes.
What if he thinks I’m the building’s resident perv?
I consider the scenario for one more minute…
And then shrug it off.
If he can’t get down with a writer in need of inspiration…
He’s not worth my time.
I send out the text.
Hi! This is Hazel from 21C.
Thanks for keeping my package safe 😀
😁 I didn’t want to just dump it in front of your door.
But I have to apologize…
I should have looked at the name on the label before I opened the box.
Oops.
I thought it was a delivery that I’VE been expecting.
But just so you know, I barely saw the book covers 🙈
Despite my best efforts…
A bit of embarrassment creeps into my cheeks.
Come on, Hazel.
Be real. Be you.
Oh, haha.
No worries!
I write articles about the singles scene—
And I was hoping those books would spark some ideas.
I’m sure not getting any out in the real world!
That didn’t come out quite right.
What I meant to say is that I’m not getting any IDEAS.
Although I haven’t been getting any sex for a while either.
I’ve been too busy writing about everyone ELSE’s love life.
Luckily Felix seems to be a gentleman.
Interesting.
So your articles are basically about being a single woman?
Yup. And the writing comes much easier when I’m actually dating.
Wow. I’m really going full throttle on the truth bombs.
I think I just told you that I haven’t been on a date in a while 😬
Well, you aren’t the only one 😀
Oh.
Are we flirting?
That would be EXCELLENT for my article…
Too busy to date?
I wouldn’t necessarily say that.
Then what keeps you so occupied that you never come out of your apartment?
🤨
LOL, I hate to tell you, but…
There’s a rumor going around the building that you’re some kind of nocturnal creature.
Oh yeah? People are talking?
Quite a bit.
They even gather around the mailboxes to trade theories about you 🤔
Hmm.
Would you happen to be one of those people?
Newsflash — WE ARE FLIRTING!
I hope I’m not too out of practice to keep his interest.
This article could be killer.
I never partake in the gossip…
Only listen.
But my favorite new theory is that you’re a homebound senior citizen.
😂
Maybe if you told me your age I could correct their assumptions?
Okay. I’m older than a zygote and younger than the pyramids of Egypt.
Mm. Coy.
Haha. But that still puts you in the senior citizen zone.
Then how about this — I have a 1992 bottle of port that shares a birthday with me.
That would make him 26, a year older than me.
I’m liking the new guy more and more…
So much that I suddenly wish I weren’t just pursuing an article.
More and more I’ve come to realize that I want to be in the center of romance…
Not on the sidelines, writing about it.
I want something…this, maybe…to be real for once.
Okay, we’ve established that you’re NOT a senior citizen.
But there are even more sinister theories about you.
Like what?
A few of your neighbors think you might be hiding something…
And that’s why you’re secretive.
Well, THAT theory really builds me up to be more exciting than I am 🧛‍♂️
Do you want to know the drab truth?
Please!
I merely work from home.
Between that and moving in, I haven’t had time to officially meet anyone.
But I HAVE seen a few neighbors around…
Which one are YOU?
I’m the girl who looks like Gigi Hadid.
A few moments pass.
Joking…😏
I’m the blonde with short hair who wears boho dresses.
Ah.
You…wouldn’t happen to own a pair of fringe boots, would you?
I would…why?
My desk is by my window, and…
I saw you walking into the building yesterday.
He stops texting.
What happened?
Did he get totally turned off when he saw me yesterday?
I know I’m no Gigi Hadid…
But I’ve never actually scared a guy away before.
Then a new text comes in.
So, Hazel, I gotta say…
I’m pretty surprised you’re in a funk when it comes to dating…
What I mean is…
How are guys not knocking down your Tinder door?
Is he saying he likes what he saw?
My veins thrum with heat.
Haha, well to start, I’m not on Tinder.
And maybe I haven’t been dating because…
Every time I meet someone…
I’m trying to get an article out of them.
Just like you’re doing with me?
I widen my eyes.
New guy is perceptive.
Okay, yes—
I WAS thinking of writing about 'How To Meet the New Guy in the Building.''
How did you know?
Let’s just say I’ve done my share of studying people too.
That sounded creepy…
Is he nervous?
I meant that I do a lot of research for my own job.
I think I’ve gotten into the habit of watching the dating scene from a distance.
Felix, what exactly do you do for a living?
Get ready to be bored once again…
I’m a sociology research assistant at the university.
So I get how you may have gotten jaded after being a professional observer.
I’ve been watching how people relate to one another in social situations for so long…
Almost nothing feels genuine anymore.
You could even say that I’ve been looking for inspiration too.
Suddenly…
There’s a knock at my door.
Adrenaline blasts through me.
Is it him?
I scurry to the door and smooth down my skirt.
When I open the door, the air catches in my lungs.
A gorgeous guy with olive skin, thick black hair, and dark eyes is standing there…
He has a box tucked under one arm.
He offers me an unsure grin…
And slides his phone into his jeans pocket.
You’re the new guy?
Guilty.
And you’re the girl in the fringe boots.
He looks at me so intensely that a nervous knot forms in my stomach.
Listen, I just wanted to tell you this face-to-face…
When I saw you through the window, I realized—
I’ve been studying relationships for so long that I’ve stopped experiencing them.
And I want that again…
More than anything.
Then you texted me today, and…
For the first time in a while, I felt excited.
My pulse is racing even faster now.
The entire time we’ve been texting…
I’ve been trying to figure out a way to actually meet you.
My heart flutters madly at this turn of events.
I’ve met so many men at bars and hook-up scenes for the sake of research…
But right now…
It’s as if I’m meeting this guy for real.
An odd shyness takes over me.
So…if I wanted to do more research about how to meet the new guy in my building…
You’d help me out with that?
I’m your new guy.
As he offers the package to me, our fingers brush…
And we don’t move them.
A burst of heat rocks me.
And from the way his gaze burns into mine…
I know he feels it too.
I think I’m about to live my very own story—
And it feels like I’ve been waiting forever.
Well, new guy, I’ve got a bottle of port in my cupboard.
He runs his thumb over mine.
Is that an invitation?
My skin is still vibrating as I finally take the package from him…
And step aside, silently inviting him in.
He slowly walks into my apartment.
As I close the door behind me, my gaze settles on his.
He sends me a slow, sly grin…
And it’s all the inspiration I could ever asked for.
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