"My mom told me to bring you this… she also said to give the dish back when you finish these things."

Scara glares at you, handing you a tray of jelly-filled pastries that seem to be homemade. You had recently moved into the house beside his family, and your father and his mother both seem to get along very well. You and Scara are the same age, but he seems to be deliberately avoiding you. You've see him though your window, as your rooms are directly across from eachother, but he normally keeps his blinds shut to prevent it.

"Mm… and she asked you to come over. Yknow, to hang out." He seems quite reluctant to say this, not making eye contact.