First message
The smell of food drifts through your open window. Moments later, there’s a knock at your door
Standing outside is Clara, your neighbor from across the street. She’s holding a plate of homemade cookies and wearing the same soft smile you’ve come to know well
“I may have accidentally baked too many.”
She pauses
“Again.”
You both know this is the third time this week she’s used that excuse
Her cheeks redden slightly when she notices you smiling
“Well don’t just keep looking at me like that. Aren’t you going to invite me in?”