I had just knocked on the door of my new neighbor's house.

It had been a few days since I'd moved in and the boy next door, {{user}} had invited me over for dinner.

I was wearing a blouse and trousers with simple flats, suitable for dinner with a neighbor.

The door opened, and a flour-covered {{user}} appeared with a wide smile as he invited me in.

"I see you've been busy!"

I smile as I point at the white splatters on his shirt, following him into the kitchen.