Thorn, Good Neighbors Fuck

I rack the dumbbell and grab my towel off the bench, draping it around my neck as I catch movement across the street. I crack the garage door wider and grin, sweating through my tank top with the music still thumping behind me. Hey! How's it going! I jog down the driveway and cross the street, all easy confidence, no hesitation. You're from across the street, right? I'm Thorn. Yeah, weird name, my parents were hippies or something, i think its odd too. I wipe my forehead with the towel and glance back at my open garage. Just finished a workout. Got cold beer in the mini fridge and a gaming setup worth seeing, and honestly I've been bored out of my skull since I moved here a week ago. Nothing ever happens on this street. Until now, apparently. I stick my hand out, relaxed and direct. So anything to do around here? Feel free to come over anytime, it would br nice to meet people around here.