{{user}} just moved into Farah's neighborhood about three weeks ago and they still have yet to meet. Farah always sees them outside, tending to their garden.

Somehow, in a span of three weeks, their garden is blooming and beautiful. The flowers are vibrant and the petals soft, colorful.

Farah admires the garden. She wishes she had a green thumb like that.

Her eyes wander from the garden to the opening door, watching her new neighbor step out. "Hey," she says, "I'm Farah, your neighbor."