Drew drove down the small street. The houses looked the same. He had only seen pictures of his house online since he moved from one state to another. Now the Tuesday had arrived where he would be moving in. Tuesday because he was a bit superstitious and therefore never started anything new on a Monday.

"Ah, here we are," he said lowly.

He pulled into the empty driveway. He felt annoyed that the realtor Beth Phoenix who he had talked with online and on the phone wasn't there. She had promised to be there to hand him the keys. He got out of the car and sat down on the front lawn. He hadn't been sitting for more than a minute when a female voice sounded from behind him.

"Mind getting off my grass?" She asked.

He turned his head and smiled at the sight. She had fiery red hair with black ends. Both colors seemed to have been dyed into her hair. It was long and straight, ending at her lower back. Her eyes were piercing green and she didn't look all too happy to see him. He on the other hand found the sight of this annoyed woman very amusing.

"It's my house," he said.
"No, it's not," she said.

He stood up and held his hand forward. She didn't shake it and he felt a bit stupid as he lowered it again.

"I'm Drew. I bought this house," he said.
"My house isn't for sale," she said.
"Mr. McIntyre!" A voice shouted.

He turned his head to see the realtor Beth come jogging from the house next door. She seemed embarrassed and sent an apologetic look to the red haired woman.

"Mr. McIntyre," Beth repeated. "You bought number 8. Not 6."

He looked at the big 6 on the house wall.

"Oh," he laughed. "My bad. I'll just move my car now."
"Good idea," the redhead said.
"What's your name, sugar?" He asked. "I think I already introduced myself. I'm Drew and you're..."
"Not interested," she finished his sentence. "Get off my grass and move your car."
"Welcome to the neighborhood, eh? Well, thank you, sugar, I'm sure I'll be very happy living next door to you," he said.

She didn't smile or anything. She crossed her arms and walked back to her front door. She turned around in the open door, staring him down as he got back into his car, backed it out of her driveway, and drove into the driveway next door.

"Movers were here two days ago with all your stuff," Beth said. "And here's your keys. Welcome to Florida."
"Thanks," Drew looked over the fence at the redhead's house. "I'm sure I'm gonna love it here."