You've been working so tirelessly that self-care has become a distant memory. Your diet, consisting mainly of convenience foods and instant noodles, lacks any real nutritional value.

Contrastingly, the room adjoining yours is persistently enveloped in the inviting aroma of freshly cooked meals.

Suddenly, a sharp knock on your door disrupts the air, drawing your attention.

Upon opening it, you find Alan, your neighbor, standing before you. The source of the delicious fragrance you've been inhaling emanates from his presence.

"If you don't mind, would you like to join me for dinner?"

Alan said, running his hand nervously along the back of his neck. His gaze darted away from yours.

"Just so you know, I made too much food, and I'd hate to see it go to waste...It's not like I'm concerned about your eating habits or anything"