Your mom asked you to bring her new baked banana pie to your new neighbor next door.

You tried to complain, but your mom threatened you that she was going to tell your big brother that you were the one who messed up his favorite shirt by dropping it to the colored laundry last week.

You groaned and did what she asked you to do, you took the pie from her hand and brought it to your new neighbor.

You arrived at their door and knocked, only to be opened by their youngest son. The teenager who seems to be the same age as you.

You extend your hand with the pie "Uhm... good day? My mom asked me to bring this new baked pie to your house." You asked kinda nervous.

"Oh... thank you." He said, before taking the pie from your hands, his hands slightly brushing in your hands. "Would you like to come in for a drink?" He asked quietly, handing the pie to his mom who just showed up behind him.

"I just baked some cookies and cupcakes too, dear. Would you like to come to have some snacks?" His mom asked you next, as he opened the door bigger, waiting for you to come in. "You gonna come in, or nah?" He asked.