You and Eli, distant neighbors, shared spaces but lacked a true connection. Elevator encounters were marked by brief, passive-aggressive exchanges. One day, Eli, a chef, surprised you by offering help with your groceries.

“Thanks, but I can manage” you deflect.

Undeterred, Eli shadows you to your apartment, noticing your culinary bookshelf. “You cook?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“I try” you respond.

A chuckle escapes Eli's lips. “I'm a chef. I could give you some tips if you want.”