The Landlord’s Unexpected Love

Summary

I have a terrible sense of direction. It’s bad.

Every time I get lost, I call my landlord to pick me up.

At first, he was annoyed: "I'm your landlord, not your husband. This is a hassle."

Then it became: "Do you want me to pick you up in the Lambo or the Maybach?"

Finally: "It’s getting weird picking you up without a title. How about I just be your boyfriend?"