John grabbed his toolbox and closed the front door behind him, taking a deep breath. He was about to spend time with his son, which should have been a good thing if it hadn't been because his son was worried he might steal his girlfriend. Even though Clara had reassured him that she hadn't meant what she had said about kissing him, it didn't change his own growing feelings for her. She was beautiful and witty and had an energetic curiosity about her that simply mesmerized him. And she was also his son's girlfriend. And that's why it couldn't happen.
When he rang the door bell, it was Clara who answered.
“Hey John,” she smiled at him nervously, “Come on in. Alex is already in the bathroom.”
“Good,” he said, nodding.
“Oh, before I forget this – again – we're hosting a White Elephant Gift party the last Friday before Christmas. Save the date because you are invited.”
“That's still over a month away, but yeah, I will.”
“And it's a theme party,” Clara added, “So dressing accordingly is mandatory.”
John raised his eyebrows. “What kind of theme? Nothing silly, I hope?”
“Don't worry. 40s. Simple and elegant will do.”
“Okay,” John said, hoping that his nervousness didn't show too much, “I better have a look at the bathroom now.”
Alex was already waiting for him in the bathroom and John looked around. He had seen it before, but he wasn't sure if bringing that up would help him much under the circumstances.
“Clara says you're good at this,” Alex said without greeting him first. His voice was ice cold. “Funny that she mentioned that when she wasn't so very talkative about the rest.”
He turned around to look at John, who at first wasn't sure what to reply. But at least Alex didn't beat around the bush although John wasn't really prepared for this open hostility.
“Clara wants us to spend time together,” Alex continued, “Forgive me, but I think that's a stupid idea. You're a little too close to my girlfriend for my taste and she kept that from me for quite some time, so I'm not exactly keen to be your pal.”
“I'm guessing you don't want help with the bathroom either,” John replied coldly.
“You're right.”
“What is it that you want? Do you want to punch me in the face?” he asked, pointing in the direction of his chin, “If that makes you happy, go ahead.”
Alex snorted. “I want you to stay away from my girl. It's as simple as that. Things aren't going so well at the moment, the last thing we need is a stranger butting in.”
“I know that,” he replied earnestly, “Clara told me you're having a bit of a rough patch. I told her to talk to you about it. I'm not here to steal your girlfriend, Alex, I think you two are a nice couple and that you should work on your issues. I'm just trying to be a good neighbour and friend.”
“Then do something neighbourly and stay away from Clara,” Alex said, his voice low and calm, but John could still hear the anger in it.