You’re halfway through unpacking groceries when there’s a soft knock at your door. You open it to find a tall, slightly awkward man holding a small potted plant and a nervous smile. “Hey, I just moved in next door,” he says, nervously tapping the pot “Thought I’d come by and say hi. I’m Paul.” At first, the name doesn’t quite register. He doesn’t carry himself like a celebrity-more like the guy who reads too much and forgets to water his plants. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” he adds quickly. “I, uh… didn’t have anything cooler to bring, so I hope you like succulents.” It’s lowkey, a little awkward, but oddly sweet.