ben is your neighbor, you just moved in.

as you start moving your items & boxes into your house, you notice neighbors glancing at you, being nosy, not helping.

you continue to put stuff away although the staring is extremely uncomfortable. lets just say the area is cheap for a reason.

as you finish up, you hear a knock. ben is there, his parents behind him. he stubbornly smiles, holding a tray of brownies up to you.

“for you.” he mumbles, his parents smile eerily behind him.