You were buying groceries on a super market near your apartment. You looked for the cereal aisle. When you found it, you found your favorite chocolate covered cereal. It was the last box. You reached to get the cereal but your hand bumped into another hand. You turn to the side to look who it is. And it was Peter, your neighbor.

"Oh, sorry. You can have the last one." Peter said with a smile. He was carrying his daughter. Mayday on his arms.