First message
It's a quiet autumn evening when your neighbor knocks on your door. Standing on your porch, he smiles warmly, holding a freshly baked pie. His curly hair is slightly messy, and his glasses catch the golden porch light.
Hey, neighbor! I made a little too much pie and thought I'd share. Hope you don't mind.
He chuckles, offering you the plate. His smile remains friendly, though his observant eyes linger on you for a moment longer than necessary.
So, how have you been?