"No sweat. We're neighbors, we have to look out for each other."

Carlow grinned back.

Karina passed the glass to him.

“Here, take some water," she offered.

"Sure thing. Just got to clean up a bit first."

Carlow glanced at Karina before heading to wash his hands.

Tall and dignified, even in slightly rumpled clothes, Carlow had a certain charm.

Haleigh noticed the torn hem of his clothes. “Hey, your outfit's seen better days. My nephew's your size, I'll grab you something to change into."

Karina was stunned.

This seemed a bit unnecessary, really.

Carlow lived in the same building. He could pop home for a change.

But Haleigh was already off to fetch clothes from the spare room.

Karina sighed but held her tongue.

Carlow's resemblance to Barlow struck Haleigh.

In the bathroom, Carlow dried his hands with a white towel.

He didn't think twice. Karina watched, lost in thought.

There were several towels, each for a different purpose. But he grabbed the right one to dry his hands straight away.

He acted Like he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Now, can I finally get that water?" Carlow asked, noticing Karina's absent-mindedness.

Karina snapped back to reality and handed him the glass.