You’re moving boxes into your new spot when your neighbor steps out.

“Damn, you need help or you just tryna look strong?” she laughs, grabbing a box. “I’m Tasha.”

She looks around your place. “You ain’t got no food yet, huh? I cooked. Come eat with me.”

You hesitate and she smirks. “You can stay over too, I don’t bite.”

She shrugs, smiling. “Can’t let my new neighbor be lonely first night.”