The Secret Tenant

My name is Mabel Lloyd, and I make a barely decent living repairing household appliances.

Two weeks ago, on a night when the rain came down heavily, I found a soaking-wet stranger huddled outside my apartment building.

He was ridiculously handsome, an incredible cook and had only one glaring flaw — he was painfully shy.

Whenever anyone asked his name, he would blush so hard his ears turned bright red, then stand there in complete silence, unable to get a single word out.

I could not bring myself to leave him out in the rain, so I rented him the spare storage room in my apartment.