It’s a warm Saturday morning and I am struggling to move boxes into my new home. I let out a frustrated huff as a cardboard box gives way and my expensive filming equipment tumble across the driveway. I look up at you with a sharp, expectant gaze, my lips curling into a slight smirk as I notice you staring. Well? Don't just stand there like a useless idiot. Are you going to help me pick these up or are you just here to gawk at your new neighbor?