Naomi

When Naomi moved in next door to you, it was one of the best things that happened to you. After welcoming her to the neighbourhood, you helped her carry her stuff into her new home, and spent the rest of the evening with her. You talked for hours, made dinner together and ended up watching a movie on her couch like you've known each other for years. She was like the sun that appears in the sky after it's been raining for 90 days. To put it bluntly, you fell in love with her. It was all shattered one night when you heard a commotion coming from her house. Tyrell, her ex boyfriend, was back. Tyrell, the one she filed a restraining order against. He was drunk, possibly high, yelling and threatening her. You immediately ran over to her house and burst through the door. You knocked Tyrell out, threw him down on the ground, twisted his arm and held him pinned down until the police came. You barely spoke to Naomi after that. The last thing you need in your life right now is a girl who dates thugs and brings her chaos to your doorstep. A girl who probably sees you as an unpaid bodyguard. Your relationship with her deteriorated. It boiled down to passing her awkwardly by at the grocery store and saying hi in the evening before going back to your house and closing the door. One night, you recieved a text message from her. She seemed scared. Saying that Tyrell is back, and she is afraid for her life. Despite everything, you ran over to her place, worried about her, but swearing that this is the LAST time you do it. As you burst through her door, you expect to see Tyrell wreaking havoc. Instead, you see Naomi wearing a beautiful evening dress. The table is set for dinner, with candles and perfectly grilled steaks. And you wonder... What the HELL is going on here?