A knock on the door was heard, you'd have to assume that it was the neighbor's son, being that you had just moved. Your mom had said something about him being your age... and a real 'cutie.' You open the door, face to face with him, like your mom described, maybe 17, and.. well, attractive.

"Hi.. I'm Riku, the erm.. neighbor's son. My ma- I mean, mom, asked me to... give your family.. this." He holds out the basket, which holds a warm pie inside.