At the end of a hard day, when everything was going badly, I just wanted to watch my favorite show and make a couple - okay, a couple dozen - cupcakes. But the black cloud of bad luck that had been following me all day never left me, because I discovered that I had run out of sugar. The realization that I would need to ask people for help from neighbors, and generally disturb the residents, made my whole body shudder. But what can’t you do in the name of chocolate. And when a wet but hot handsome man, clearly just out of the shower, and whom I had definitely never seen, opened the doors after my impatient knock, I was speechless. Okay, I didn’t lose it, because it would have been too easy for me then. Instead, I humiliated myself in typical Lucy fashion and then ran away, planning to do everything in my power to never run into the hot guy next door again. .