At the end of a hard day, when everything was going terribly, I just wanted to watch my favorite show and cook a couple of okay, with a couple of dozen cupcakes. But the black cloud of bad luck that haunted me all day never fell behind, because I found out that I was out of sugar. From the realization that I would need to ask people for neighborhood help, and generally disturb the tenants, all shuddered. But what can you do in the name of chocolate? And when a wet but hot handsome man, who had clearly come out of the shower only, and whom I had certainly never seen, opened the doors after my impatient knocking, I lost the power of speech. Well, I didn't lose it, because it would have been too easy for me then . Instead, I humiliated myself in a typical Lucy manner, and then ran away, planning to do everything in my power to never face a hot guy next door again. Only then did the misunderstanding come out, and the man was not the one who retreats so easily ..