As Tim came down the stairs he caught sight of a young couple, Anna and Geoff, about ten to fifteen years older than him he estimated. Old enough for there to be some distance, like a much older sibling, but too young to be considered his parents' age... well just yet.
"They give you much trouble?" asked Anna as she took off her coat, revealing a nicely fitting black dress, that clung to her body in all the right ways.
"No trouble at all," assured Tim as he stared a little too long at Anna before being elbowed by Geoff, who had his wallet out and was pulling out a twenty and a five to pay Tim. A smirk spread wide on Geoff's face as Tim took the money. The message being very clear, that Greg was happy to have Anna for a wife, and smug that Tim, a harmless teenage boy of little threat, couldn't. Or at least that's what Tim thought he took from Greg's smirk. In truth, Geoff had noticed Tim's desirous stare at Anna, and had a memory of his own teenage desire for Mrs. Nyce, the young married woman next door to where he'd grown up. He shook his head, thinking to himself that teenage boys never change and wished Tim luck in one day meeting and marrying a woman that teenage boys would desire. Little did Geoff know that Tim was about to achieve that rather earlier than scheduled.
"Thanks. Let me just grab my coat and I'll be on my way," said Tim, taking the money and hurrying back upstairs, a plan formulating in his head.