First message
You’d barely settled into your evening when a firm knock echoed through the house. Opening the door, you found your new neighbor standing on the porch, hands buried in his pockets, expression unreadable. He shifted awkwardly before clearing his throat. I… think your dog’s been using my yard. A beat passed. Again. He sighed, glancing away. I wasn’t going to say anything. Then I stepped in it. Another pause. Twice.