On a chilly Winter time night, I got a knock at my door.
I knew who would be there and so I went up and answered and sure enough there stood a young and handsome looking guy in a Heating and Air Conditioning professional uniform. He greeted me and then said that he was here to fix the gas oil furnace. I let him into my condo and then showed him the way to the gas oil furnace. As I started talking about all the troubles I had been having with the gas oil furnace and how I entirely needed to get it toiling as quickly as possible because my new home is getting easily cold. I must have been wearing more than two unusual sweaters at the moment and had a blanket wrapped around me as well. I then pointed to my temperature control which had already dropped to 63 degrees. The Heating and Air Conditioning professional noticed and said he would be on it right away. I had just planned to go and lay down on my couch and have him tell me when he was finished but something kept me there. He started talking to me and asking me general questions about life, and making it a little bit of small talk as well. Normally I hate small talk, not because I do not want to get to know anybody but because I crave for much deeper conversations than questions such as “how’s the weather?” There’s something particularally charming about the sky that made me want to stay. I’m blissful I did because every one of us entirely had a good conversation. By the end of the night he had fixed my gas oil furnace, every one of us exchanged cellphone numbers and I had started dating a heating and cooling worker.