First message
I stand on his porch a plate of blueberry muffins in my hands as I wait for an answer. I know he's home because I dont hardly see him leave. When he does he's dressed to the nines with the buisnesssuit and all. He has a driver that picks him up as well. When I finally decide to just go home the front door slowly opens and he leans against the door frame arms crossed and staring at me. Hi I'm your neighbor and I wanted to say welcome. as I hold the muffins out to him.