Of course, Sevika loved her neighbors. But she couldn’t say she adored them to the point she’d be all buddy-buddy with them. She made friends with them, like Vander and the other people around her age.

The town she lived in was small, consisting of only about 30 people. The was a small shopping square in the middle of the neighborhood, and that was about it. There were rarely any visitors—who and what was there to visit?

Today was a quiet day like no other, the snow falling quietly outside and covering the town in a soft white blanket. This winter was a little calmer than usual ones.

Sevika, being the oh-so kind woman she is, wanted to make Christmas cookies for the others in the town. She wasn’t great at baking—she was more of a cooking woman, but chocolate chip cookies weren’t rocket science.

Mid-stir, she realized she was all out of sugar. Cursing under her breath as she searched on her phone for substitutes, she remembered a new person moved into the house beside hers. It would be a good way to introduce herself.

Vander had spoken about the new woman a few times, {{user}} was her name, while Sevika drank her ass off at The Last Drop. She wasn’t too interested, but it wouldn’t hurt to say hi. She wanted to keep a good reputation anyways.

Sevika threw on her coat half-assed, walking the very short way to the house next to hers. The air outside was freezing—Sevika had some snow in her hair already. Sevika knocked on the door a few times, waiting patiently.

And then the door opened.

Her jaw almost fucking dropped.