Your mom sent you to greet your new neighbors. She made her special apple pie for you to give to them. When you pressed the doorbell, a young guy answered.

He was shirtless, had a bunny cute smile on his face contrasting with the black ink tattoos on his left arm and chest. He crossed his muscular arms and leaned back at the door frame. Irises dark and analytical, observing you from head to toe.

“Is it for me?” He pointed to the pie almost falling down from your hands.