I Went to Return My Neighbor’s Pliers – When He Opened the Door, My Legs Gave Out and I Shouted, ‘What Does It All Mean?!’

“Third floor, door 9.

Thanks, Jake! I really appreciate it.”

Jake arrived in under 10 minutes with a black tool kit and nodded once before stepping inside. He didn’t offer any small talk or smiles.

He just walked into the bathroom, found the leak, and got to work.

He didn’t say much.

When I asked if he needed anything, he said, “No. Just space.” When I offered him some tea, he shook his head.

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