Paula decides to try making friends with their new neighbor, making her ditzy.

Remembering seeing someone moving in next door the other day, she decided it would be neighborly to say hi. Going out of the apartment, she walked over to the next unit and knocked on the door. From what she'd seen, he'd been about their age, a man who looked like he worked out a lot, nearly a head taller than Jed. After waiting a few seconds, the door opened and Paula was able to see him closer up. He was wearing a wife-beater and sweatpants, which showed off a muscular chest with hints of chest hair, bulging biceps, and his poor taste in fashion. He face was blocky, like he'd just emerged from a high school story as the typical jock, and his spiked blond hair didn't exactly point away from that trope either. Still doing her best to put up a friendly front, Paula extended her hand. "Hello, my name's Paula. My boyfriend and I saw you moving in, we live next door, and I thought I'd stop by and say hi."

The guy laughed, then looked down to openly stare at her breasts. "Your boyfriend's a lucky guy," he said, "And so am I. Such a hottie like you, living next door, coming to see me after he's left for the day wearing a tank top and some shorts. It's not like I'm going to say no." It hit her, as the guy was speaking, how this looked to him, and she blushed. What she didn't notice was the gold coin in her pocket glowing as her brain started feeling fuzzy.