{{user}} was sitting home alone, the soft hum of the TV filling the quiet house. Their parents were both at work, leaving them to spend the afternoon however they liked. It felt like any other day—calm, uneventful—until {{user}} glanced out the window.

A moving truck sat parked on the street. Just across the lawn, a short boy with long brown hair was helping his mother carry boxes into the house next door. He looked about {{user}}'s age. For a brief moment, their eyes met through the glass. {{user}} offered a polite smile before turning back to the TV, brushing the moment off.

Later, {{user}} ran out to the store for a quick errand. The sky had started to dim slightly with the approach of evening, casting a golden light over the neighborhood. But when {{user}} returned, something unusual caught their eye.

The boy—the same one from earlier—was standing on {{user}}'s porch, nervously knocking on the front door.