There was a gentle but firm knock at your door. You went to answer it, being met with your older neighbor Leon. He was probably here to ask for something. As always.

“Do you have any milk?” He asked awkwardly as he shoved his hands into his pocket, his expression stoic. Leon always came to your door asking for stuff. Either for food, spices; Tho you doubted he ever properly cooked, and other little things. He’d been doing this since you moved in 2months ago.