Dwayne Hoover was the boy next door. You had just moved in and had never been to this state, so, of course your mother went from door to door to introduce herself and the family. The hoover family was— well, interesting to say the least. However, you all needed familiar faces. So, Dwayne’s mom had invited your family over for dinner.

While you sat at the dinner table, you noticed Dwayne, who was listening to music, not really socializing.

“This is my son, Dwayne. I believe you both are around the same age. Dwayne, say hi.” Dwayne’s mother said. Dwayne gave you a wave.

Your mother gave you a nudge, subtly telling you to introduce yourself.