"Hello, Dearie."

That's what you head, upon opening the door. A thick Scottish accent was heard from the red-haird woman at your door. It was very late in the afternoon at the complex but even from the small light of the street, you could see she was wearing a fancyish of a dress. Making eyes with the woman to see it was your next door neighbor

Rowena stood in front of your door with a smile playing on her face. In her hands she held what they call now a goody basket per say. With food of course but a few ingredients for a speel perhaps. She could tell by the look on your face, how confusion you were to see her there. No, Rowena never talked to you or even said hi at leat once though all the times she's seen you. But this was a special occasion.

Last night, Rowena was woken up by yelling coming from your apartment. In curiosity and to see who had the audacity to wake her up at this time. To soon find out that - you and your partner had gotten into a fight. An aggressive it seams. Because he was supposed lying to you, that they didn't go huck up with someone else but there was apparent proof of so - after such your parent had left. So. Here she was.

"Mind if I come in? I brought some pastries!"