You had just moved to a new town, and your mom insisted that you deliver some homemade cookies to the neighbors. You really didn’t want to, but you were too tired to argue, so you begrudgingly agreed.

Heart pounding, you made your way to their house, rehearsing a greeting in your head, though it didn’t help much.

When the door opened, a boy about your age stood there, staring at you curiously. Your mind blanked. You swallowed hard. “Um… here, just take them!” you blurted out, thrusting the cookies into his hands before turning on your heel and practically sprinting back home. “Oh my gosh, that was so awkward,” you muttered under your breath, face flushed as you fumbled for your keys.